Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven and nature
Just another lazy southern Sunday The time is hanging in the air There's a hoot owl softly calling Off in the distance somewhere There's nothing left
My buddies say don't do it There's no way I can win They've seen you put me through it Time and time again Does it make you happy, baby To make me so
I could hear 'em talking as I was laying in that hole With a mountain of trouble weighing on my soul They all stood around kicking dirt on my grave It
I'm tired of smokin' cigarettes I'm tired of my own whiskey breath I'm tired of cryin' without warnin' And stayin' up till mornin' Baby, won't you come
They say the only cure for losing a woman Is another woman But I'm not so sure that's true Anyone could look in these eyes and know Got a long way to
Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven and nature sing
(Jon Randall, Ronnie Stewart) I woke up this morning to the humming of the engines Hauling nature's finest from the Gulf of Mexico Ridin' this ol' river
(Jon Randall) There's a light that keeps on shinning And it shines until my eyes are sore There's a thought I keep on thinkin' I guess I'll think it '
(Jon Randall) Where did all my friends go What happened to my scene Feels like the Memphis Mafia Up and left the king And I've been swimming for redemption
(Jon Randall) I shouldn't do this was the last thing I heard me say When I bought her champagne and hid my wedding ring One drink led to another and
(Jon Randall, Gary Nicholson) My buddies say don't do it There's no way I can win They've seen you put me through it Time and time again Does it make
(Jon Randall, Bill Anderson) She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart He spent his whole life trying to forget
(Jon Randall, Gary Scruggs) There's a little place I have found Just a few miles outside of this town Blacktop two-lane to red dirt road We can lay back
(Jon Randall, John Scott Sherrill) Just another lazy southern Sunday The time is hanging in the air There's a hoot owl softly calling Off in the distance
(Jon Randall, Gary Nicholson) They say the only cure for losing a woman Is another woman But I'm not so sure that's true Anyone could look in these eyes
(Jon Randall) I'm tired of smoking cigarettes I'm tired of my own whiskey breath I'm tired of crying without warning And staying up till morning Baby
(Jon Randall) Used to think in circles get all tangled up inside One day I finally came unwound I jumped off the deep end to get a bird's eye point of