Some kids have it, some kids don't. I was eleven when I was signed. I was on the CMA's and. Y'all thought that Vince Gill sang high. . Then puberty played a trick on me.
Parody of "My Town" (written by Jeffrey Steele and Reed Neilsen recorded by Montgomery Gentry). New lyrical adaptation by Cledus T. Judd and Christopher Clark.
Hi ho Silver, away!. . After my show thought I'd have a little fun. Hopped on a horse Lord he sure could run. Well I got a butt kicking when the police finally caught me.
Yeah. Alright. Way to go. Ooooooh. Ooooooooh. Way to Go, Yeah!. alright..... . On a dark country highway,. in my candy-apple corvr. a strong smell of colidas.
I've been known to lay here. And watch TV all night. Flippin' through the channels. But can't find the thing I like. . What happened to my favorite shows.
I met Shania Twain and I met ol' Tim McGraw. Billy Ray Cyrus and little David Ball. A little bit of luck and my life would be complete. There's a little bitty blond that I'd really want to meet.
It was the fight before Christmas when all through the house. No furniture left standing, no TV or couch. Our aquarium, heck they even knocked over my Chia Pet.
They come off soundin' pretty pompous. Each time they open their mouth. You can't believe it when you hear it. What they let come rollin' out. . Don't know, why they're so super-hateful?.
Parody of "Man Of Constant Sorrow" (Traditional). New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd/Chris "P. Cream" Clark/ Cledus Crap Anthems(SESAC)/Of Music, Inc. (SESAC).
The grapes in Mary's vineyard are the sweetest on the vine. Old man Oscar Dill lived back in the Tennessee hills. He's got him two or three stills and he makes heavy water.
I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy. Lovin' the cowboy ways. Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes. I burned up my childhood days. . I learned all the rules of the modern-day drifter.
There was a man that lived in the hills all by himself. Chin whiskers' hangin' off his face in the tree there's a hangin' Bull Elk. The only friend he's got in this world is a big old Wild Cat.
Well I figure myself a mighty luck man. With the simple few things I've got. There's money in the pockets of these wore out jeans. I've got a trailer house and a lot.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys. Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks. Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such. . Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
He left for work and he never came back now Mary has to face the fact. That it's up to her to start a new life with two kids and just one job. It's gonna' take all the strength she's got.
Some men treat you just like a lady. Others treat you just like a child. And they can drive you so far away. Or they can drive you wild. . Some you wanna show to your mama.
Make the world go away. And get it off my shoulders. Say the things you used to say. And make the world go away. . Do you remember when you loved me. Before the world took me astray?.
Everybody needs a little help sometime. No one stands alone. Makes no difference if you're just a child like me. Or a king upon a throne. For there are no exceptions.
My father was a common man. His fair is such a thing. An ordinary common man. Till he begin to sing. It felt like Angels guided around. To listen to each gentle sound.
If I claim to have the answers. Would I be taken chances lovin you. And if I thought the time was right. I shouldn't stay with you tonight who would lose.