Morgan Wallen Spin You Around

I’ve been looking at you from across the room

‘Bout time I’ve got my nerve

Well you might tell me boy hell naw

But hell it can’t hurt

‘Cause I just wanna spin you around and around this dancefloor

Get you drunk on a love like mine

Might wind up stealing a couple kisses

Get your digits if I can find the right line

But if you don’t do feelings, baby if you wiling

I’ll do my best to change your mind

The way you stole my heart without a sound

Girl it oughta be a crime

Got a pretty good feeling I’m taking you home

Gonna love you with all I got

But before we slip out into the night

I just want one more shot

To take your hand and

Spin you around and around this dance floor

Get you drunk on a love like mine

Might wind up stealing a couple kisses

Get your digits if I can find the right line

But if you don’t do feelings, baby if you willing

I’ll do my best to change your mind

‘Cause the way you stole my heart without a sound

Girl it oughta be a crime

I’ve fought in some bars

Broken some hearts

Ain’t never done nothing this bad

Yeah, with one look at me

You became my disease

They don’t make no cure for that

And I just wanna

Spin you around and around this dance floor

Get you drunk on a love like mine

Might wind up stealing a couple kisses

Get your digits if I can find the right line

But if you don’t do feelings, baby if you willing

I’ll do my best to change your mind

‘Cause the way you stole my heart, yeah the way you stole my heart

Yeah the way you stole my heart without a sound

Girl it oughta be a crime

I just wanna spin you around tonight

I just wanna spin you around tonight

Morgan Wallen Up Down

Was Friday after five, I got here just in time

Went ahead and wet a line ‘fore I went and lost my mind

I ain’t been here long, but the bobbers in the pond

Going up down, up, down, up, down

Tonight, we’re gonna raise a whole lot more than Cain

‘Cause there’s money in the bank and tomorrow’s Saturday

So if they pass that fifth of Jack this way

I turn it up, down, up, down, up, down

We just holding it down here in BFE

Still rolling around with a burnt CD

Free Bird, five minutes deep

Head bobbing up, down, up, down, up, down

We got what we got, we don’t need the rest

Can turn this parking lot into a party

With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer

Man, we live it up, down, up, down

We live it up down…here

Yeah, the girls, they hit the spot, get hotter when it’s hot

If you can’t buy her a yacht, but still proud of what you got

‘Cause when the day’s done, red neck is from the sun

Going up, down, up, down, up, down

We just holding it down here in BFE

Still rolling around with a burnt CD

Free Bird, five minutes deep

Head bobbing up, down, up, down, up, down

We got what we got, we don’t need the rest

Can turn this parking lot into a party

With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer

Man, we live it up, down, up, down

We live it up, down here

Somebody pass that fifth of Camp this way

I’ll turn it up, down, up, down, up, down

We just holding it down here in BFE

Still rolling around with a burnt CD

Free Bird, five minutes deep

Head bobbing up, down, up, down, up, down

We got what we got, we don’t need the rest

Can turn this parking lot into a party

With an ice chest, dancing, cold beer

Man, we live it up, down, up, down

We live it up, down here

Morgan Wallen Whatcha Know ‘Bout That

Watcha know about thumping skeeters with your fingers

With a stringer full of keepers under thundery clouds?

Whatcha know about picking off a blackberry?

Little Cherry Skoal Dip make the swelling go down

Mmm girl, lucky for you I’m a two lane tour guide

Mmm get your country boy heartbreaking certified

Let’s order up a cup of long necks

Maybe take a two step or two

Teach you how to yaw with a southern draw

Get you falling ‘fore the night is through

And we’ll park in it the bunes

And catch a little moon tan

By the time you go back

And you’ll be fitted girl, buzzin’ over country boy loving

Tellin’ everybody that you know whatchu know about that

Yeah whatchu know about that?

Whatchu know about that Saturday summer

Heat deep creek creeping down around a bend

And whatchu know about taking off what you bought at the mall

Hang it all on a sycamore land

Mmm, we can get on out where the cowboy hats flow

Mmm, ay whatchu know about a hillbilly backstroke?

Let’s order up a cup of long necks

Maybe take a two step or two

Teach you how to yaw with a southern draw

Get you falling ‘fore the night is through

And we’ll park in it the bunes

And catch a little moon tan

By the time you go back

And you’ll be fitted girl, buzzin’ over country boy loving

Tellin’ everybody that you know whatchu know about that

Sippin’ on shiners, diners, sugar pies

Barbers and cane posts

Kissing in the fireflies

Bet you gonna smile when you get back home

And that nitty gritty song comes on on your phone

‘Cause that’s my ring tone, ha

(You and me)

You and me, yeah

Let’s order up a cup of long necks

Maybe take a two step or two

Teach you how to yaw with a southern draw

Get you falling ‘fore the night is through

And we’ll park in it the bunes

And catch a little moon tan

By the time you go back

And you’ll be fitted girl, buzzin’ over country boy loving

Tellin’ everybody that you know whatchu know about that

Yeah whatchu know about that?

(You and me)

Yeah whatchu know about that?

Morgan Wallen Yin Yang Girl

She’s my Yin Yang girl, she’s day, she’s night

She’s the shot in the dark, she’s the beam of light

She’s a hard contradiction, my brand new addiction

I can sip that wine when I take her out fishing

She’s the last one there when they close the bar

Got mud on the tires of a fancy car

She’s a real good girl till she’s had a few

Likes Church on Sunday, sits in the back view

Hey, if the preacher only knew

That, man, she’s angel who can raise a little hell

A drive-fast high-class southern belle

She’s crazy, there ain’t no doubt about it

She’s a rockstar dancing on a tailgate

A little bit a sinner and a little bit a saint

She’s my Yin Yang girl, yeah, she’s an angel

Who can raise a little hell

She’s a daddy’s little girl, she can do no wrong

Better hope he never sees her camera phone

She’s a real home maker, a whiskey shot taker

A bed time story and a midnight shaker

Shake it baby

And, man, she’s angel who can raise a little hell

A drive-fast high-class southern belle

She’s crazy, there ain’t no doubt about it

She’s a rockstar dancing on a tailgate

A little bit a sinner and a little bit a saint

She’s my Yin Yang girl, yeah, she’s an angel

Who can raise a little hell

She’s angel who can raise a little hell

A drive-fast high-class southern belle

She’s crazy, there ain’t no doubt about it

She’s a rockstar dancing on a tailgate

A little bit a sinner and a little bit a saint

She’s my Yin Yang girl, man, she’s an angel

Who can raise a little hell

She’s a rockstar dancing on a tailgate

A little bit a Skinner and a little bit a Hank

She’s crazy, there ain’t no doubt about it

She’s crazy, there ain’t no doubt about it

She’s my Yin Yang girl

Who can raise a little hell

Morgan Wallen Stand Alone

I’ve made my share

Of empty promises

Not like you care

Anymore

I wish you did

But I’ve done all I can do

Baby I ain’t gonna chase you out that door

If you don’t know by now

That you’re the one I love

Clearly we were never meant to be

If you take the words

Out of someone else’s mouth before you take mine

Well I got nothing left to say

Oh, I stand alone

It won’t be the first time or the last time

That I’m gonna make it on my own

Oh, I stand alone

Don’t be sorry, don’t call me

‘Cause I won’t pick up the phone

I’m standing alone

Just the other day

Driving down the highway

Seen a Chevrolet, reminded me of you

I almost called

But I’m sure glad I didn’t

I just shook it off and drank some mountain dew

You always said

That it was bad for my head

Well baby you can go to hell

While I stand alone

It won’t be the first time or the last time

That I’m gonna make it on my own

Oh, I stand alone

Don’t be sorry, don’t call me

‘Cause I won’t pick up the phone

I’m standing alone

The waves will clash

And the winds will blow

But I’ll be here standing on

My tip toes

Oh, I stand alone

It won’t be the first time or the last time

That I’m gonna make it on my own

Oh, I stand alone

Don’t be sorry, don’t call me

‘Cause I won’t pick up the phone

I’m standing alone

I’m standing alone

I’m standing alone

Standing alone

Morgan Wallen The Way I Talk

It’s got a touch of the town where I grew up

Something in it them California girls love

Some people like to make a little fun of

The way I talk

It gets slower after three or four cold beers

And gets louder when I’m cheerin’ on the Volunteers

Folks know I’m country, when they hear

The way I talk

It sounds a little bit like my daddy

It don’t cuss around my mama

Got some words you’ve never heard of

‘Less you come from down yonder

The man upstairs gets it

So I ain’t tryna fix it

No I can’t hide it

I don’t fight it, I just roll with it

Oh, kinda slow like the Mississippi rolls

It’s the only way I know

Man it ain’t my fault

I just live the way I talk

Yeah it’s, “Yessir, no ma’am, y’all come back, now”

Fighting words if you run my last name down

I ain’t ashamed, matter of fact I’m damn proud

Of the way I talk, y’all

It sounds a little bit like my daddy

It don’t cuss around my mama

Got some words you’ve never heard of

‘Less you come from down yonder

The man upstairs gets it

So I ain’t tryna fix it

No I can’t hide it

I don’t fight it, I just roll with it

Oh, kinda slow like the Mississippi rolls

It’s the only way I know

Man it ain’t my fault

I just live the way I talk

Slow, like a Sunday morning service back home

And kinda sweet when I got a girl to love on

If you know me, you know

I sound a little bit like my daddy

I don’t cuss around my mama

Got some words you’ve never heard of

‘Less you come from down yonder

The man upstairs gets it

So I ain’t tryna fix it

No I can’t hide it

I don’t fight it, I just roll with it

Oh, kinda slow like the Mississippi rolls

It’s the only way I know

Man it ain’t my fault

I just live the way I talk

The way I talk

Morgan Wallen Little Rain

That grass ain’t gonna cut itself

And you can’t get your tan

Underneath these covers

And that four blade ceiling fan

You know I love to see you

With that two piece top untied

But I can think of something better

I ain’t gonna lie

Yeah I could use a little rain

Beating on a window pane

While we listen to the tin roof sing

A love song all day long

Yeah, I hope it pours

And our clothes stay on the floor

Yeah that’s the kind of storm

That’s been calling my name

Yeah I could use a little rain

Yeah I could use a little rain

Blame it on a fast lane

Tryna make that dollar bill

How everything we gotta do

We can’t just sitting still

I know that it ain’t your fault

And I hope that it ain’t mine

But we been in a drought

For a little too long a time

Yeah I could use a little rain

Beating on a window pane

While we listen to the tin roof sing

A love song all day long

Yeah, I hope it pours

And our clothes stay on the floor

Yeah that’s the kind of storm

That’s been calling my name

Yeah I could use a little rain

Yeah I could use a little rain

Sun, sun, go away

Come again some other day

Me and this girl got love to make

Yeah we got love to make

Sun, sun, go away

Won’t ya come again some other day

For me and this girl got love to make

Yeah I could use a little rain

Beating on a window pane

While we listen to the tin roof sing

A love song all day long

Yeah, I hope it pours

And our clothes stay on the floor

Yeah that’s the kind of storm

That’s been calling my name

Yeah I could use a little rain

Yeah I could use a little rain

Yeah I could use a little rain

Yeah I could use a little rain

Morgan Wallen Sleep When We’re Dead

The night is getting late, the crowd’s heading home

It’s just you and me girl on the late show

I know I just met you but I can’t let you go

Forget about your friends, baby, I’ll drive you home (Yeah!)

I’ll set you on the tailgate, we’ll take it nice and slow

I know I’d have to stop but I won’t tell a soul, no

I know you gotta wake up for that 9 to 5

But what’s the point of living girl

If you don’t feel alive?

We can sleep when we’re dead, the night is still young

Pour another drink [?] that song

Small town lovers [?]

Midnight dancing in the headlights

Some day we might regret leaving that love out by the lake

If you’re getting tired, we’ll put that thought to bed

But we can sleep when we’re dead

Put your pretty arms around me, now get in nice and close

Whisper in my ear what you’d like to know

Now you can tell me bout your family or tell me bout your day

Or our lips can do the talking, let’s listen baby what do you say

I know it’s kinda crazy for a Tuesday night

But sometimes a good thing don’t need time

We can sleep when we’re dead, the night is still young

Pour another drink [?] that song

Small town lovers [?]

Midnight dancing in the headlights

Some day we might regret leaving that love out by the lake

If you’re getting tired, we’ll put that thought to bed

With a smile she pulled me to water

Them southern girls, man, they just don’t get any hotter

I said, no, got [?]

She looked at me boy like “What do you mean?”

We can sleep when we’re dead, the night is still young

Jump on in, let’s have a little fun

Small town lovers [?]

Out here swimming in the moonlight

Some day we might regret leaving that love out by the lake

But no matter what you do, don’t forget what we said

We can sleep when we’re dead

We can sleep when we’re dead, aw yeah

We can sleep when we’re dead

Morgan Wallen Man Of The South

There’s some days when I wake up can’t remember where I am

Said some things, regrets some things but I really don’t give a damn

Somewhere on this road I’m on I forgot what it’s like to feel

I know I can’t see heaven up there but I know that it’s real

And I ain’t sure if I’ll get in

But you best believe I’m trying

And it’s just what my daddy told me

And that’s how I live my life

Gotta take that ball cap off before you say grace

And always own up to your own mistakes

And don’t you ever back down, no way, nohow

Gotta make your daddy proud that he raised a man of the south

(Yeah, that’s what he did)

I can’t heal the broken hearts I left so far behind

But on this road that I haven chose I lost all sense of time

So I drift into the night trying to drown away my sorrows

It might be wrong but that’s alright ’cause all the time is borrowed anyways

Gotta take that ball cap off before you say grace

And always own up to your own mistakes

And don’t you ever back down, no way, nohow

Gotta make your daddy proud that he raised a man of the south

Some call me lost, some call me crazy

But that’s okay

Think what you want, say what you will

But I’ve always kept it real

There’s a cost for all these sins

And I’m bound to pay the price

But this is what my daddy told me

And that’s how I live my life

Gotta take that ball cap off, son, before you say grace

And always own up to your own mistakes

And don’t you ever back down, no way, nohow

Gotta make your daddy proud that he raised a man of the south

A man of the south

Better take that ball cap off, son

Morgan Wallen If I Know Me

You say you need a couple credits ‘fore they let you out of college

I bet you bought that beer with your daddy’s card

You’re lookin’ like you probably get a little tired to all this

Attention that you’re gettin when you go to the bar

We can take a different route

I know you’re from a different town

But you’re here for now

So what you say we get on out?

To see where this night leads

If I know me, I have you hoppin’ up in my passenger seat

Then I take you home and you ain’t gonna wanna leave

Make a little love at a quarter past three

Gotta keep it down ’cause your roommate is home

Honey, when the sun comes peeking through the trees

You ain’t gotta worry ’bout what it might be

‘Cause I bet it won’t be the last time you’re wakin’ up next to me

If I know me

If I know me

The “say some”-routine that I use every friday

This ain’t a one light one night kissin’ till

But eversince I caught you looking over my way

All that I could do was tell myself

If I know me, I have you hoppin’ up in my passenger seat

Then I take you home and you ain’t gonna wanna leave

Make a little love at a quarter past three

Gotta keep it down ’cause your roommate is home

Honey, when the sun comes peeking through the trees

You ain’t gotta worry ’bout what it might be

‘Cause I bet it won’t be the last time you’re wakin’ up next to me

If I know me

I could just change my mind

And leave my number in your phone

Give you a kiss good night

And go home alone

But if I know me, I have you hoppin’ up in my passenger seat

Then I take you home and you ain’t gonna wanna leave

Make a little love at a quarter past three

Gotta keep it down ’cause your roommate is home

Honey, when the sun comes peeking through the trees

You ain’t gotta worry ’bout what it might be

‘Cause I bet it won’t be the last time you’re wakin’ up next to me

If I know me