Eric Church – Guys Like Me

I wear a greasy ball cap
I like my shirt untucked
I spend Saturdays working on my truck
I don’t like to fight
But I ain’t scared to bleed
Most don’t mess with a guy like me

(Chorus)
‘Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work
Our best blue jeans have skoal rings
We wear our boots to church
So rough around the edges
It’s hard to believe
That girls like you
Love guys like me

Your daddy worked at the bank
Mine worked on cars
You went to college
I pulled graveyard
You must have had your pick
Of all the trust fund types
But you came back to me and only God knows why

(Repeat Chorus)

Now there’s a lot of guys like me out there
In a lot of little towns
And tellin’ all our buddies, we won’t ever settle down
We say thats just the way we are and the way we’ll always be
So God sends girls like you for guys like me
Thank God there’s girls like you, for guys like me

Sinners Like Me

I was fifteen when my daddy’s old man
Caught me half way through my first beer
He laughed so hard when my face turned green
He said “You come from a long line of sinners like me”

Now me and my brother go to see him some times
But he don’t have much to say anymore
So we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jack D.
Here’s to a long line of sinners like me
La de dah de dah
La de dah dah de de
I come from a long line of sinners like me

My mama had a soft spot for a hell raisin’ boy
So she had two more just like him
It takes an angel to raise a family
That comes from a long line of sinners like me

Well now maybe who knows one day I’ll settle down
Give my dad a grandson of his own
And when the doctor smacks him, he’ll probably take a swing
Cause he’ll come from a long line of sinners like me
La de dah de dah
La de dah dah de de
I come from a long line of sinners like me

On the day I die
I know where I’m gonna go
Me and Jesus got that part worked out
I’ll wait at the gates til his face I see
And stand in a long line of sinners like me
I’ll stand in a long line of sinners like me

La de dah de dah
La de dah dah de de
I come from a long line of sinners like me
La de dah de dah
La de dah dah de de
Here’s to a long line of sinners like me
I come from a long line of sinners like me

Eric Church – How ‘Bout You

I know where I come from:
How ’bout you?
I don’t need baggy clothes,
Or rings in my nose to be cool.
The scars on my knuckles,
Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots.
An’ there’s a whole lot more like me:
How ’bout you?

I punch the clock tryin’ to make it to the top:
How ’bout you?
I ain’t got no blue-blood trust fund,
I can dip in to.
Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn,
About the man who’s collar’s blue.
But if he don’t, hell, I’ll make it on my own:
How ’bout you?

An’ how ’bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think we’re the chosen few.
But that’s just me:
How ’bout you?

I still say: “Yes, Ma’am” to my Momma:
How ’bout you?
If I shake your hand, look you in the eye,
You can bet your ass, it’ll be the truth.
I cover my heart with my hat,
When they fly that Red, White and Blue,
Just like my Daddy taught me:
How ’bout you?

An’ how ’bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think we’re the chosen few.
But that’s just me:
Well, how ’bout you?

I like my country rockin’:
How ’bout you?
Just put me on a stage, man,
Turn it up an’ I’ll turn it loose.
Yeah, give me a crowd that’s redneck an’ loud,
We’ll raise the roof.
Hell, I might just stay all night long.

How ’bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think we’re the chosen few.
An’ how ’bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
‘Cause, man, I know where I come from:
How ’bout you?

Eric Church performs “Lightning” on Opry Live

These four walls of Farnworth
Are closin’ in on me
My final meal’s over
They’re gonna set me free
I can feel the fire’s a burnin’
As the devil guards my door
I hit my knees in search of Jesus
On a cold jailhouse floor

Chorus:
Lord, now I’m singin’:
“Get me out of here”
I see the preacher’s eyes
As my daughter cries
When they strap me in this chair
Lord, I hope she forgives me
For livin’ my life this way
Tonight I ride the lightning
To my final judgment day

Every life owes a death
That’s what the Bible says
I owe mine to this state
For shootin’ that boy to death
A liquor store attendant
He was reachin’ for his gun
Now his Momma sits there smilin’
As the boss yells “Roll on one

And now I’m singin’
“Get me out of here”
I see the preacher’s eyes
As my daughter cries
When they strap me in this chair
Lord I hope she forgives me
For leaving her this way
Tonight I ride the lightning
To my final restin’ place

A hungry blue eyed baby cryin’
Made me rob that store
An’ as that boy lay there dyin’
I dropped my pistol on the floor
Yeah, I’d take it all back but there’s nothin’ I can do
They’ve covered my face
An’ the order’s gone through
As the boss yells “Roll on, two”

Now I’m flyin’
Up an’ out of here
I close my eyes an’ slowly rise
Let my body leave this chair
Lord I hope you forgive me
For livin’ my life this way
Yeah, tonight I ride the lightning
To my final restin’ place

These four walls of Farnworth
Are closin’ in on me

Eric Church – Two Pink Lines

She was pacing back and forth on her front porch
I pulled up slinging gravel in my Daddy’s Ford
She cried all the way to Johnson’s store
I kept the motor running and parked by the door

Yeah I was foolish and wild
she was classic and regal
we were fresh out of school, both barely legal
we were young and on fire and just couldn’t wait
six weeks in, she was three weeks late

one means none and we’re home free
two means three and a diamond ring
yeah i wonder what fate is gonna decide
we’re just sittin around waiting on two pink lines
sitting around waiting on two pink lines

yeah her Daddy’s gonna kill me and thats a fact
maybe we’ll just leave town and never come back
or I could stand there and tell him
face him like a man
oh who am I kidding, he’ll never understand

yeah thats second hand just keeps slowing down
i swear it stopped twice the last time around
yeah we’ll know the truth in three minutes time
we’re just sittin around waiting on two pink lines
sitting around waiting on two pink lines

hot summer nights, whispering her name
under the blanket by the river bank
hearts beating fast we never thought twice
but she pulled me close and i held on tight

when the moment of truth finally comes
she gives me a look and then comes undone
she says looks like were lucky
someones smiling down
she grabs her coat and says see ya around

yeah these days the rabbit doesn’t die
you just sit around waiting on two pink lines
praying that fate is on your side
sitting around waiting on two pink lines
sitting around waiting on two pink lines

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