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?

Walker Hayes You’re Happy

Hey, look at you wit’cha sunshine on

Little brighter than we left it

Always knew this night was gonna come

But girl, I didn’t expect it

To be so difficult to keep it nonchalant like, hey, whatever the best thing for you is

Maybe the right thing to do in this moment is lie to you, baby, but baby the truth is

I ain’t glad you’re happy, I’m mad you’re happy

And I don’t like the way your homeboy’s lookin’ at me

Might wanna tell him to turn around

Before I set my bourbon down

I don’t need your happy, you can keep your happy

As a matter fact, I don’t believe you’re happy

But just in case you ain’t fakin’ happy

I’m mad you’re happy… cuz I’m sad you’re happy

Old school, Tim McGraw, track 9

We used back seat to it

Girl, you know I love to see ya smile

But I don’t wanna see you do it

Unless I’m the trip on your lips wit’cha hips in my hands kissin’ you to the music

Maybe the right thing to say in this situation is congratulations, but screw it

I ain’t glad you’re happy, I’m mad you’re happy

And I don’t like the way your homeboy’s lookin’ at me

Might wanna tell him to turn around

Before I set my bourbon down

I don’t need your happy, you can keep your happy

As a matter fact I don’t believe you’re happy

But just in case you ain’t fakin’ happy

I’m mad you’re happy… cuz I’m sad you’re happy

I’m sad you’re happy

There, I said it, I don’t regret it, yet

It’s on the table, watch gonna do with it? Check it

I bet if I rolled up in here with your replacement under my arm

You’d have a hard time being happy for me

Am I right?

Girl, don’t even act like you wouldn’t be like

I ain’t glad you’re happy, I’m mad you’re happy

And I don’t like the way your homegirl’s lookin’ at me

Might wanna tell her to turn around

Before I set my vodka down

I don’t need your happy, you can keep your happy

As a matter fact I don’t even believe you’re happy

But just in case you ain’t fakin’ happy

I’m mad you’re happy… cuz I’m sad you’re happy

I’m mad you’re happy… cuz I’m sad you’re happy

Walker Hayes Pants

Well, I’ve been a strong-willed son of a gun

Ever since I was suckin’ my thumb

But push came to shove

When I fell in love with my baby

Yeah, my baby

Well, you could say she’s over bearin’

In fact, she picked out the clothes that I’m wearin’

And I can’t go fishin’

Without her permission, but I ain’t complainin’

We got an arrangement

She can wear the pants, she can run the show

She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones

She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler

She can wear the pants as long as I can take ’em off her

Long as I can take ’em off her

She calls the shots, gives the orders, makes the plans

That woman’s wish is my command

Yeah, I’m telling you

I’ve got more honey-do’s than a fruit truck on 40

But I’ll get ’em done shortly

She can wear the pants, she can run the show

She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones

She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler

She can wear the pants as long as I can take ’em off her

Well, she can push me around

But when the sun goes down

Look out, there’s a new sheriff in town

Well, I get a whole lot of flak from the fellas

But I reckon that they’re just jealous

She can wear the pants, she can run the show

She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones

She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler

She can wear the pants as long as I can take ’em off her

Long as I can take ’em off her

Yeah, long as I can take ’em off her

Long as I can take ’em off her

Walker Hayes Prescriptions

I’m trying to be mature in this situation

And just be glad that you’re smiling with my replacement

I wanna wish y’all the best and not even be lying

But nah

I hope I cross your mind

When you’re half-drunk, half-asleep, lying in his bed

And you go to say his name and end up saying mine instead

And you promise him it’s nothing, but it gets up in his head and he can’t let it go, uh oh

And y’all fight about it, all night about it

Wake up blood-shot-eyed about it

Cuz you cried about it and you’re sick about it

And he can’t stop being pissed about it

Or forget about it, or forgive about it

Relationship goes to shit about it

And you bitch about it to your sister bout it

And you see your therapist about it but

She ain’t got nothing to prescribe you

Except prescriptions

Just kidding.. kinda

Ain’t trying to be a jerk, it’s just my weird way of coping

One of my mechanisms to Band-Aid the broken

I know I’m projecting, I Googled that word

But I still hope one night when you’re

Half-drunk, half-asleep, lying in his bed

And you go to say his name and end up saying mine instead

And you promise him it’s nothing, but it gets up in his head and he can’t let it go, uh oh

And y’all fight about it, all night about it

Wake up blood-shot-eyed about it

Cuz you cried about it and you’re sick about it

And he can’t stop being pissed about it

Or forget about it, or forgive about it

Relationship goes to shit about it

And you bitch about it to your sister bout it

And you see your therapist about it but

She ain’t got nothing to prescribe you

Except prescriptions

Just kidding.. kinda

Walker Hayes Dollar Store

Saw a penny picked it up

Lady be a little luck

Stuck it in my pocket, hey

Wasn’t earned but it’s saved

50 cents in the console…cha ching

39 on the floor…bada bing

10 more till we got it made, babe, in the cash shade

Shopping time there’s a dime in the ashtray

Uh, woohoo

Mama let my money say I love you

We takin’ you and this GW

Down to the dollar store

Buy you whatever you holla for

Uh, woohoo

Baby I’m a million bucks from rich

But I can grant you a discount wish

Down at the dollar store

Buy you whatever you holla for

Baby, It’s your birthday I’mma be your sugar dad

Don’t even think about checkin’ one price tag

Whatch you want, flips flops?

Toothbrush, Clorox

Shasta, pop rocks

EPT…hope not!

Paper plates saying’ happy Halloween

Candles smellin’ like cookies & cream

St. Patrick’s day party hat with elastic strings

Girl you look fine in green

Uh, woohoo

Mama let my money say I love you

We takin’ you and this GW

Down to the dollar store

Buy you whatever you holla for

Uh, woohoo

Baby I’m a million bucks from rich

But I can grant you a discount wish

Down at the dollar store

Buy you whatever you holla for…

Girl, they got silly string, travel Scope

Knock off cereal

Ketchup, picture frames

Flash light, key chains

Paddle ball, Tylenol, Mardi Gras confetti

Drop it in the cart, watch me roll it to regi’

Uh, woohoo

I’mma let my money say I love you

We takin’ you and this GW

Down to the dollar store

Buy you whatever you holla for

Uh, woohoo

Baby I’m a million bucks from rich

But I can grant you a discount wish

Down at the dollar store

Buy you whatever you holla for

Walker Hayes Your Girlfriend Does

Well I read what you wrote

Underneath my video

And I tried to let it roll off my shoulders

But I’m a sensitive cat

And when you diss me like that

I get a little frost bit by your cold words

I don’t know

I guess I just hoped

You’d think it was dope

But nope, you wrote, and I quote

“This song made me throw up in my mouth”

…ouch

I get it, you don’t dig it

Hey, it’s alright, cause

Guess to the what

Your girlfriend does

I get it, you don’t dig it

Hey, no big deal, bro

But for real, though

Your girlfriend does

You know your girlfriend does

You know your girlfriend does

You know ya, you know ya

You know your girlfriend does

I’m just a dude with a guitar and a loop

Trying to raise a little roof with my music

I don’t like you but I hate

That you don’t want to shake it

With your girl when she works out to it

I don’t know

I guess I just hoped

You’d think it was dope

But nope, you wrote, and I quote

“I wouldn’t buy this sh.. with Monopoly money”

That’s actually pretty funny

I get it, you don’t dig it

Hey, it’s alright, cause

Guess to the what

Your girlfriend does

I get it, you don’t dig it

Hey, no big deal, bro

But for real, though

Your girlfriend does

And so does your momma

Just kiddin’… but not really

I hope it grows on you and you love it

Like she loves my Willie

Nelson cover of “On The Road Again”

… see what I did there, bruh?

I get it, you don’t dig it

Hey, it’s alright, cause

Guess to the what

Your girlfriend does

I get it, you don’t dig it

Hey, no big deal, bro

But for real, though

Your girlfriend does

You know your girlfriend does

You know your girlfriend does

You know ya, you know ya

For real though

You know your girlfriend does

You know your girlfriend does

You know your girlfriend does

You know ya, you know ya

You know your girlfriend does

Walker Hayes Beautiful

Rode all the way down memory lane where 65 ends

Wonderin’ how it’d feel to see the one that got away again

Hopin’ it might go down like that hometown unanswered prayer

My hero sang about on an old burned CD we shared

Somethin’ on the interstate told me I was headed straight for your pretty storm

That the hurt was still gonna be there just like your name on my arm

Even got real with a girl I chill with up in Chapel Hill

Told her you were gonna be here just in case my heart was still in Mobile..

Baby, Why do you have to be so beautiful

Baby, Why do you have to be so beautiful

Ain’t no tellin’, girl, how long it’s been since we did all that shoutin’

Prolly, 10 months 27 days, somethin’ like that but hey, who’s countin’

Oh, you know, just livin’ the dream, home is where the bus is

I could say time looks fine on you but it wouldn’t do it justice, it wouldn’t do it justice

Baby, Why do you have to be so beautiful

Baby, Why do you have to be so beautiful

I don’t think your stomach’s supposed to hurt quite like this

When you run into a girl you forgot you missed

It’s like space between us only made me numb

Thought I could just see you and be okay but I’m not okay girl

Tell me that smile on your face is so fake and that

It’s all comin’ back, comin’ back, comin’ back

I just have to ask, have to ask, have to ask

Baby, Why do you have to be so beautiful

Baby, Why do you have to be so beautiful

Baby, Why do you have to be so beautiful

Baby, Why do you have to be so beautiful