Hot Buttered Soul

Do you want me, baby?. Could you take this heart and make it alright?. Could you make me smile?. Could you hold me close, hold me tight?. . I can't believe the way that I feel.

Hurtin' Albertan

a dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow. montana side of sweet grass and i'm headed home. trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle horn.

Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier

I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman. Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo. I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run. I'm a horse soldier, timeless through and through.

Hard On Equipment / Tool For The Job

lyrics by Corb Lund and Mike Plume, music by Corb Lund. . He's been roundin off bolts since the age of fourteen. Was that a five eighths or a nine sixteenths?.

Hair In My Eyes Like A Highland Steer

full growed porcupine dead on the road. it'll take a big ox, son, to carry that load. i got checked out by a blonde, young heifer. she says she might wanna but i ain't gonna let er.

Homework

Yeah, Corbin Bleu. . Each time I see you I stop, you're lookin' so hot. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. I can't think, you got me hypnotic.

Honeymoon

Wedding bells as heard from a bus. Clanging bells, they ring for the two of us. When they're through with us. Up in the sky, threatening cloud drifts by.

Hero's Song

Homeboy

Intro:. A homeboy is somebody that got your back. Whether you right or wrong. Somebody that excepts you for what you are. Not what you got on, what you can do for them.

Hit 'em High

(intro). Greetings, earthlings. We have now taken over your radioooo...... . (b-real). . Goin' straight through the hole. You ain't got no game. I'm breakin' ya out the frame.

Hit 'em

It has come to my understanding that. There are those who'd question my skillz and abilities. Since it is thus, I must release it myself. Forth with be thou reprimanded, hit 'em.

Hear Me Now

As I walk thru the valley of the shadow of death. I take a look at my life and realize there's much left. 'Cause I've been brassin' and laughin' so long that.

Hand On My Nutsac

I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage. In a motherfuckin' rage, like a animal in a cage. I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool. Fuck around and getcha holdin' that jar, Cool.

Heroes Will Be Heroes

Well, look at yourself now. Swinging that sword around. You think there's something there. But you're just fighting air. You can't do this alone. . Hush, little boy, don't say a word.

Hope I'm Wrong

I've been away 10,000 times and still I look in the mirror. What do I see?. An owl tryin' to fly in the light of day. Unaware of what's in my way. I can only find my place and I hope I'm wrong.

Hey You

There is blood on the ground, washed away by the rain. There is no solution, there's no one to blame. They all have a vengence, in a masquerade. All they have are reasons, why you should be the same.

How You Feel

Homecoming Game

Something about tonight. We'll never get it right. And all along we're taking it slow. Taking it slow, taking it slow. . Everything has changed. Ever since you went away.

Hit Man

Million dollas for a hit man. Hit man, hit man. Gotta represent, noise, noise, noise. . What if your re-up was in this bag?. In your car, and we popped the steering wheel.

He'll Have To Go

(tempo 3/4, key C). Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone.. Let's pretend that we're together, all alone.. I'll tell the man to turn the juke box way down low,.