Walker Hayes Lela’s Stars

It’s 3:42 a.m., eyes blood shot

Yawning in my Honda in a Costco parking lot

Waiting on the door to unlock so I can clock in early

And stock the cooler ’til I swear I need back surgery

Wondering what the hell I’m doing with my life

Wishing I was still in bed with my wife

Scribbling lyrics on the side of a styrofoam cup

Do my kids need their dad to grow up

Or keep chasing the dream

It ain’t making no sense, no dollars

Am I a failure, or a father?

Father, help, look at the felt on my effed up ceiling

Had to bum thumbtacks from my 9 and a half year old daughter Lela

Just to keep it from coming down

Kinda like my tears when I count

Lela’s stars

The sky ain’t fallin’, it’s just the roof of my car

Lela’s stars

The sky ain’t fallin’, it’s just the roof of my

It’s just the roof of my car

Man, I wish this coffee had a little Maker’s in it

Eleven bucks an hour, shit, that’s less than twenty cents a minute

But, hey, it’s a gig, and it’s food in the refrigerator

It’s time to get to work, but y’all, when I get off later

I’m gonna pick up this pen where I’m leaving off now

And get back to this song and show my children how to never give up

On something you love, something you want

Even when your check engine light is on

Nah, the future don’t look bright but

It’s like it’s all going to be alright in the light of

Lela’s stars

The sky ain’t fallin’, it’s just the roof of my car

Lela’s stars

The sky ain’t fallin’, it’s just the roof of my

It’s just the roof of my car

Pink and purple, green and blue, poor man’s decorations

All I saw was a bunch of thumbtacks, she saw constellations

It’s gonna be tough to get rid of this ride when the world gets my gift

Cause I don’t think they make new cars that come with

Lela’s stars

The sky ain’t fallin’, it’s just the roof of my car

Lela’s stars

The sky ain’t fallin’, it’s just the roof of my

It’s just the roof of my car

It’s just the roof of my car

Walker Hayes Shades

Hey, where my shades at? You know, the fly ones

Hide the hazy in my eyes when I’m high ones

Mirror tint, girl, so you can see my world

When I kiss you on a flip of a dip and a twirl

On the dance floor, darling, tell me there’s a chance you’re

In the mood to shake it with a fake it ’til you make it kinda cat

Hey, where my shades at? Hey, where my shades at?

Let’s take a trip above the satellites

Around the moon in my sunglasses at night

We gon’ light it up, up, up so bright

Said even the stars gon’ be like, even the stars gon’ be like

“Where my shades at?” Yeah, they gon’ say that

Where my shades at? You know, the gold ones

Look like I just stepped out of my Rolls ones

Darkest pair that I got, baby, you so hot

Make the sunshine wanna put on sunblock

Chandeliers bow down and city lights leave town

Wherever you go cause they know

They ain’t never gonna shine like that

Hey, where my shades at? Yeah, where my shades at?

Let’s take a trip above the satellites

Around the moon in my sunglasses at night

We gon’ light it up, up, up so bright

Said even the stars gon’ be like, even the stars gon’ be like

“Where my shades at?” Yeah, they gon’ say that

Hey, where my shades at?

Come on

Girl, you already look famous

I’mma have to step up my game if I’mma hold your hand for real

I better at least look like I’m a big deal

Feel so high profile in ’em

You know you love it, love it, love it when I smile in ’em

Hey, why you laughing?

You know what happens when I rock ’em

Hey, where my shades at? Seriously, where my shades it?

Where my, where my, where my shades at?

Let’s take a trip above the satellites

Around the moon in my sunglasses at night

We gon’ light it up, up, up so bright

Said even the stars gon’ be like, even the stars gon’ be like

“Where my shades at?” Yeah, they gon’ say that

Hey, where my shades at?

Come on, babe

Hey, where my shades at?

So high profile in ’em

You know you love it, love it, love it when I smile in ’em

Hey, where my shades at?

Where my, where my, where my shades at?

Walker Hayes The Comedian

Clown of every class he sat in the back of

Life of every party he ever crashed up

Always jokin’, always performin’

Make you laugh so hard your stomach hurt the next mornin’

Josh was that guy, witty as hell

Just knew one day that dude was gonna be on SNL

Next Chris Farley, woulda bet you money

He was so funny that it wasn’t even funny

It’s too bad bein’ funny and bein’ happy ain’t the same thing

It ain’t the same thing

It’s so sad some of the loneliest hearts in the crowd are the most entertaining

Such as strange thing

Here’s to the ones who make us laugh to keep themselves from crying

Here’s to the ones who make us laugh to keep themselves from crying

It’s messed up Josh, how much miss you

Guess there wasn’t enough laughter in this world to fix you

I’m sorry, my eyes weren’t open, man

Honestly, I didn’t even know you were broken, man

Never saw you serious one time in your life

But it’s obvious you had a serious side you were hiding

Somewhere deep inside behind all that humor

Just I wish I’d a known a little sooner

It’s too bad bein’ funny and bein’ happy ain’t the same thing

It ain’t the same thing

It’s so sad some of the loneliest hearts in the crowd are the most entertaining

Such as strange thing

Here’s to the ones who make us laugh to keep themselves from crying

Here’s to the ones who make us laugh to keep themselves from crying

It’s too bad bein’ funny and bein’ happy ain’t the same thing

It ain’t the same thing

It’s so sad some of the loneliest hearts in the crowd are the most entertaining

Such as strange thing

Here’s to the ones who make us laugh to keep themselves from crying

Here’s to the ones who make us laugh to keep themselves from crying

Walker Hayes Cherry Stem

She picked that cherry out of her Coke

And put that stem in her pretty little mouth

And at that supper tide in her bowl

Before I even started to count

And ever since she’s been twisting my heart around

She loves me in then she spits me out

Whoa, I’m just her cherry stem, I’m just her party trick

She only wants me when she needs a sugar fix

I’m all tied up in knots, hanging out on a limb

With all the love I’ve got, I’m just her cherry stem

What I oughtta do, what I should’ve done

It don’t matter now ’cause it’s too late

I’ve kissed her lips and now I can’t run

‘Cause I know how good they taste

She got me whipped by the tip of her tongue

And now I’m too tangled to come undone

Whoa, I’m just her cherry stem, I’m just her party trick

She only wants me when she needs a sugar fix

I’m all tied up in knots, hanging out on a limb

With all the love I’ve got, I’m just her cherry stem

Cherry stem

I’m just her cherry stem, I’m just her party trick

She only wants me when she needs a sugar fix

I’m all tied up in knots, hanging out on a limb

With all the love that I’ve got, I’m just her cherry stem

I’m just her cherry stem, I’m just her party trick

She only wants me when she needs a sugar fix

I’m all tied up in knots, hanging out on a limb

With all the love that I’ve got, I’m just her cherry

I’m just her cherry, I’m just her cherry stem

Walker Hayes Naked

I’ve got more baggage than a 747

I’ve got more issues than rolling stone

I’ve got some stories that I’m not so proud of

Maybe you got a couple of your own

I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours

Baby, let’s get naked, show our tattoos and our scars

Let’s get naked, bare our souls and share our hearts

Let’s strip it down until we just can’t fake it

There’s more to love than just the way we make it

Baby, let’s get naked

Baby, let’s get naked

I wanna know you know the truth about me

What kind of man I’m really not and why

I want your good, your bad and your ugly

All of the secrets that you stash inside

I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours

Baby, let’s get naked, show our tattoos and our scars

Let’s get naked, bare our souls and share our hearts

Let’s strip it down until we just can’t fake it

There’s more to love than just the way we make it

Baby, let’s get totally exposed

Leave nothing undisclosed

Baby, let’s get naked

Whoa, baby, let’s get naked

Baby, let’s get naked, show our tattoos and our scars

Let’s get naked, bare our souls and share our hearts

Let’s strip it down until we just can’t fake it

‘Cause there’s more to love than just the way we make it

Baby, let’s get naked

Baby, let’s get naked

Baby, let’s get naked

Walker Hayes Kitchen Table

Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

It was used but it looked new

To a couple kids like me and you

So we threw it in the truck

And took the slow way home

We made out at every life

Found out the windows in our drive

Then we carried it to the kitchen

Where we christened it all night long

Blood, sweat and tears

All those years soaked inside the maple

Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains

We left all the love we were able

On the kitchen table

Years have passed and now our love’s

Cold as the coffee in our cups

We sat here sipping since we try to work

This out

But if this faded table top could talk

It’d tell us, all we’ve got to lose

But it cannot so let’s remember now

All the blood, sweat and tears

All those years soaked inside the maple

Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains

Let’s leave all the love that we’re able

On the kitchen table

On the kitchen table

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Blood, sweat and tears

All those years soaked inside the maple

Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains

Let’s leave all the love that we’re able

On the kitchen table

Blood, sweat and tears

All those years soaked inside the maple

On the kitchen table

Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains

Let’s leave all the love that we’re able

On the kitchen table

Walker Hayes Beckett

([Beckett Hayes:] “My name’s Beckett and I’m 4”)

Well cereal’s his favorite food group

Doin’ the Heisman with a box of Fruit Loops

Spoon hangin’ off his nose just cuz he can

Bedhead like Edward Scissorhands

Damn proud of that belly button

Ain’t suckin’ it in for nothin’

4 years old looks like fun to me

When I grow up I wanna be like Beckett

Eatin’ breakfast butt naked

Ain’t even tryin’ to be famous

Just wonderin’ where his airplane is

Don’t know if he’s rich or poor

Says it’s cool that the girl next door

Has skin like chocolate

When I grow up, when I grow up

I wanna be like Beckett

([Beckett Hayes:] “Where’s my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops”)

You get it, B

Shakes it when there ain’t no music

Takes advantage of the bathtub acoustics

Little Foo Fighter with a shampoo mohawk

Owns it with no alcohol

Don’t know the minute hand from the hour

I see a weed, he sees a flower

Prays like he’s on the phone with Jesus

When I grow up I wanna be just like Beckett

Eatin’ breakfast butt naked

Ain’t even tryin’ to be famous

Just wonderin’ where is airplane is

Don’t know if he’s rich or poor

Says it’s cool that the boy next door

Has two dads and three pets

When I grow up, when I grow up

I wanna be like Beckett

([Beckett Hayes:] “Where’s my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops”)

Wanna be just like you, Beck

Come on, B

He likes the fat Froot Loops

When I grow up, when I grow up

I wanna be like Beckett

Eatin’ breakfast butt naked

Ain’t even tryin’ to be famous

Just wonderin’ where his airplane is

Don’t know if he’s rich or poor

Says it’s cool that the girl next door

Has a dot on her forehead

When I grow up, when I grow up

I wanna be like Beckett

([Beckett Hayes:] “Where’s my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops”)

Wanna be like you, Beck

You get it, get it, that’s right

He likes the fat Froot Loops

Walker Hayes Craig

I met Craig at a church called Redeeming Grace

Like he understood my “I don’t want to be here” face

I felt out of place and I smelled like beer

But he just shook my hand, said “I’m glad you’re here”

He said “we’ll all be judged”

But he was never judgemental

And even though my songs don’t belong in no hymnal

He’d quote me my lyrics, slap me on the back

Said “Man you’ve got a gift! How you write like that?”

I know, he sounds cool right?

Not your typical kid from Sunday School, right?

I still ain’t figured out church yet

But Craig, I get

Nah he can’t walk on water, turn the Napa Valley red

But he just might be tight with a man that did

Yeah he’s not the light of the world

But I wish that mine was bright as his

Yeah he just might be tight with a man that is

You lose a record deal, all the perks fade fast

Dealership said, “We’re going to need to get that mini-van back”

So we were down on one car

And broke as I felt

My wife and six kids with only five seat belts

I needed help but couldn’t admit, I was strong

Said, “Craig, it’s all good”

But he knew it all wasn’t

A “Hey man I’m praying for you” would’ve been sufficient but nah

He took roadside assistance to a

Whole other level, to sacrificial heights

Showed up at the ballpark after my son’s game one night

In two cars, with his wife Barb watching from the other

Said “What in the world are y’all doing here, brother?”

He just laughed inside that old Chrysler Town and Country van

With the keys, and a title, and a pen in his hand

Said “Man, all you got to do is sign and it’s yours”

I said “No, no way”

But he wouldn’t take “No” for an answer

Said “Please do

Somebody did this for me once, just let me do this for you”

We argued about it for a little while

Then I teared up, and Craig smiled

I know, he sounds cool right?

Not your typical kid from Sunday School, right?

Nah he can’t walk on water, turn the Napa Valley red

But he just might be tight with a man that did

Yeah he’s not the light of the world

But I wish that mine was bright as his

Yeah he just might be tight with a man that is

Nah he’s not the light of the world

But I wish that mine was bright as his

Yeah he just might be tight with a man that is

My pride was way too ashamed to be adequately grateful at the moment

But I signed the dotted line, and I drove the kids home

And when the cop pulled up beside us

At the light, they didn’t have to duck

Because thanks to Craig

They were all buckled up

Walker Hayes Face On My Money

That’s right

Hey baby, I don’t drive no Benz

I don’t make no dollars, I don’t make no sense

But I’m feelin’ rich and famous wit’cha like, ‘hey’

Look who’s dancin’ with me at the par-tay

Lemme get that door for ya, slide in my Taurus babe

Lean it back, let me roll you to the chorus, babe

You’re everything, cake in the free world

That smile you’re throwin’, it ain’t growin’ on no tree, girl

You make it rain, make my soul sunny

I wish that I could put your face on my money honey

(whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh)

I wish that I could put your face on my money honey

(whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Face on my money, lookin’ sexy on a hundy

You make me wanna shake it like I’m Tom Cruise in my undies

You’re the Beyonce that stung me

That scrub in front seat tongue be hangin’ out like Mike when you walk by wit’cha Cold Medina Funky (get funky, baby)

I wish I could put your face on my money, put your face on my money honey

When they pass that bill darlin’, you know I will flaunt it

I’mma love spendin’ it on ya wit’cha grill on it

Yea, all that green, gonna be flyin’ outta my wallet, babe

Literally burnin’ a hole in my pocket, babe (Hey!)

You’re everything, cake in the free world

That smile your throwin, it ain’t growin’ on no tree, girl

You make it rain, make my soul sunny

I wish that I could put your face on my money honey

(whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh)

I wish that I could put your face on my money honey

(whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Face on my money, lookin’ sexy on a hundy

You make me wanna shake it like I’m Tom Cruise in my undies

You’re the Beyonce that stung me

That scrub in front seat tongue be hangin’ out like Mike when you walk by wit’cha Cold Medina Funky (get funky, baby)

I’m feelin’ rich and famous wit’cha like, hey

Look who’s dancin’ with me at the par-tay

I’m feelin’ rich and famous witcha like hey

Look who’s dancin’ with me at the par-tay, hey!

You’re everything, cake in the free world

That smile your throwin, it ain’t growin’ on no tree, girl

You make it rain, make my soul sunny

I wish that I could put your face on my money honey

(whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh)

I wish that I could put your face on my money honey

(whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Face on my money, lookin’ sexy on a hundy

You make me wanna shake it like I’m Tom Cruise in my undies

You’re the Beyonce that stung me

That scrub in front seat tongue be hangin’ out like Mike when you walk by wit’cha Cold Medina Funky (get funky, baby)

I wish I could put your face on my money, put your face on my money honey

I wish I could put your face on my money, put your face on my money honey

Walker Hayes Why Wait For Summer

Well, I’m overworked and I’m underpaid

And it’s overcast, gloomy and gray

The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting colder

Summertime is gone but that don’t mean it’s over

I got a dime store cooler made of Styrofoam

And it’s loaded with limes and cold Coronas

I pointed my truck towards Pensacola

But before I go I had to phone ya and say

Hey sugar, shotgun’s where I want ya

With not much more than your sunscreen on ya

There’s a sweet little piece of beach

With our name on it, so doggone it

Why wait for summer?

Why wait for summer to show up?

Why wait when somewhere down there

Summer is waiting on us?

Summer is waiting on us, oh, it is

Let’s bust a move south, towards that equator

And get the heck out of this refrigerator

Let’s follow that heat to a summer wonderland

We’re gonna make snow angels in the soft, white sand

I got a dime store cooler made of Styrofoam

And it’s loaded with limes and cold Coronas

I pointed my truck towards Pensacola

But before I go I had to phone ya and say

Hey sugar, shotgun’s where I want ya

With not much more than your sunscreen on ya

There’s a sweet little piece of beach

With our name on it, so doggone it

Why wait for summer?

Why wait for summer to show up?

Why wait when somewhere down there

Summer is waiting on us? Oh

Summer is waiting on us, oh yeah

I got a dime store cooler, it’s Styrofoam

It’s loaded with limes and cold Coronas

I pointed my truck towards Pensacola

But before I go I had to phone ya and say

Hey sugar, shotgun’s where I want ya

With not much more than your sunscreen on ya

There’s a sweet little piece of beach

With our name on it, so doggone it

Why wait for summer?

Why wait for summer to show up?

Why wait when somewhere down there

Summer is waiting on us? Yeah

Summer is waiting on us, yeah

Why wait for summer to show?

Why wait for summer?

Why wait for summer to show up?