Old Joe Riley owned a fishin shackWith the ocean out front and the bay out backHe had a little boat and a fishermans tanWhen he wasnt out fishin he was sittin in the sandThen the big boys came and they offered him millionsTo put up some condos or a swank hotelOld Joe Riley told them no thanks anywayI could use the money but I just cant sellA low rent heaven beats a high dollar hellA low rent heaven beats a high dollar hellCome onHe said Ive seen the cities eatin up small townsWhere you cant smell the breeze and its cement groundYou pay to park your car but it aint safe to walkNobody looks you in the eye dont speak dont talkSo when the big boys came and they offered him millionsTo put up some condos or a swank hotelOld Joe Riley told them no thanks anywayI could use the money but I just cant sellA low rent heaven beats a high dollar hellA low rent heaven beats a high dollar hellHere we goYeah the bank lock box theres a deed to some landWith his widows gold ring a few grains of sandJoe Rileys granddaughters gonna face a big choiceI hope she remembers her granddaddys voiceWhen the big boys came and they offered him millionsTo put up some condos or a swank hotelOld Joe Riley told them no thanks anywayI could use the money but I just cant sellA low rent heaven beats a high dollar hellA low rent heaven beats a high dollar hellA low rent heaven beats a high dollar hellA low rent heaven beats a high dollar hellCome on

Eight years old gone fishingWith a handful of wormsOn a river bank with her daddy cheeks all smudged in dirtShes so proud catching fish missing both front teethHer daddy blind and happy to the trouble shell be(And oh the trouble shell be)Complicated wonders gonna take some timeTo figure her outTo get perfect just rightCause seven days it took the Lord said Its goodBut theres still something missing in this worldSo on the eighth dayGod made country girlsCountry girlsTeenage boy at an auctionGetting out bid on a truckBy a pony tail in the frontWearing boots and tracking mudHes so made but shes so cuteHe just cant speak his mindShe winks as she passesSays Hon looks like youll need a ride(Oh aint he in for a ride)Complicated wonders gonna take some timeTo figure her outTo get perfect just rightCause seven days it took the Lord said Its goodBut theres still something missing in this worldSo on the eighth dayGod made country girlsCountry girlsMake you laughMake you cryMake you pace the porch on a Friday nightWith a shotgun at your sideCause hes late againScreen door creeksYour wife steps outShe said Honey you stand down that used to be you and I dont you forgetAnd if hes anything like you hes in over his headComplicated wonders gonna take some timeTo figure her outTo get perfect just rightCause seven days it took the Lord said Its goodBut theres still something missing in this worldSo on the eighth dayGod made country girlsCountry girlsCountry girlsCountry girls

Theres a place in town where we all hang outWhere the country girls go and the boys get loudYeah when the whistle blows we make quite the crowdWhen the sun sets low on FridayFrom the pubs in Ireland to TennesseeFrom the west coast down to myrtle beachAnd every little town here in betweenWe know how to party on FridayAnd the band plays on and the taps they flowThe boss mans yelling but weve all gone homeA come a Monday morning I will returnBut tonight aint Monday its FridayWell I like my job but I love my friendsSo you know where Ill be when the work week endsAt the little country tavern just around the bendWhen the sun sets low on FridayAnd the band plays on and the taps they flowThe boss mans yelling but weve all gone homeA come a Monday morning I will returnBut tonight aint Monday its FridayTheres a place in town where we all hang outWhere the country girls go and the boys get loudYeah when the whistle blows we make quite the crowdWhen the sun sets low on FridayAnd the band plays on and the taps they flowThe boss mans yelling but weve all gone homeA come a Monday morning I will atoneBut tonight aint Monday its FridayBut tonight aint Monday its FridayBut tonight aint Monday its Friday

I love the way you twirl your hairThose overalls and flip flops you wearThe way youd smile waiting in your driveHot Sunday afternoonsYou didnt mind my rusty truckSwinging by to pick you upI missed your sweet face it was six long daysSince Id got to hang with youAnd wed throw two fly rods in the gun rackSweet tea and biscuits on your lapSing to brown eyed girlMy guitar in the barn bridge shadeId number your frecklesAnd the times your fishing line tangledAnd love on you in the meadow by round bales of hayNo it aint hard to remember those good ol lazy daysAnd wed stop by Ernies General storeGot two maple walnut ice cream conesFunny how they always seem to get on your noseYeah when youd ride with meId cuss the moon tryin to get you backGround all the gears while you just laughedCause it was twelve oclock porch lights turned offYeah and I was up the creekAnd wed throw two fly rods in the gun rackSweet tea and biscuits on your lapSing to brown eyed girlMy guitar in the barn bridge shade yeahId number your frecklesAnd the times your fishing line tangledAnd love on you in the meadow by round bales of hayNo it aint hard to remember those good ol lazy daysAint it funny how we never could sell that old pick up of mineBaby grab the keys Ill get the jumper cables cause its about timeAnd we threw two fly rods in the gun rackSweet tea and biscuits on your lapSang to brown eyed girlMy guitar in the barn bridge shade hey yeahId number your frecklesAnd the times your fishing line gets tangledLove on you in the meadow by round bales of hayNo it aint hard to remember baby do you remember?I think its time we remembered those good ol lazy days

She grew up watching hockeyWith her daddy on Saturday nightsHe taught her how to tie her skatesHer brothers taught her how to fightShe can wear high heels and flannelShe can look sexy in a toqueShe likes snow storms and Gordon LightfootAnd if youre lucky shell love youCanadian girls Canadian girlsIrresistible lovable trouble though sometimes girlsWe can travel the worldFrom New York to Paris FranceBut were always gonna come backCanadian girlsBaby she likes to snowboardSpends her summers out on a boatThinks a perfect night out is a cabinSmell of coffee on a old wood stoveShe wont admit she watched DegrassiShes proud and sometimes quietTrue north national treasureShed give her life for the red and whiteCanadian girls Canadian girlsIrresistible lovable trouble though sometimes girlsWe can travel the worldFrom New York to Paris FranceBut were always gonna come backCanadian girlsWell us boys we like our fishingHockey and Ron McLeanWe like Moosehead Beer and white tail deerStomping Tom and the UFCAnd we like our foreign ladiesTheir accents are really niceBut their nothing like our northern girlsTo keep us warm at nightCanadian girls Canadian girlsIrresistible lovable trouble though sometimes girlsWe can travel the worldFrom New York to Paris FranceBut were always gonna come backCanadian girlsFrom the mountains to the ocean sandsTuktoyaktuk to NewfoundlandYeah you keep us coming backCanadian girls

Barefoot with a fishin rodAnd all of my good friendsGoin down to the waterAnd were gonna hop on inTie us all togetherInner tubes and blow up raftsWell float on down the channelLike a barge of river ratsFloating down the channelMuddy water July sunJust chilling in a dingyYeah is our idea of funHappy happy happy hanging out with all my friendsWishing soggy bottom summers never had to endIts a home town traditionLong weekends in the sunBlue Jays on the radioGirls and trucks and mudPass the Old Dutch chips aroundThrow some mustard on a wienerKeep the brewskis on the down lowSo we dont get misdemeanorsFloating down the channelMuddy water July sunJust chilling in a dingyYeah is our idea of funHappy happy happy hanging out with all my friendsWishing soggy bottom summers never had to endWe dont mind the law enforcementThey keep us safe on beach patrolBut watch out for that new oneNamed Sargent Alan Doyle(Hey boys whats going on?)Sargent Doyle(Im off in ten minutes do you mind if I tie a floaty on?)Cmon(I had a heck of a week here walking the beatI cant wait for five oclockKnock back a pint of my bad-ioHitch a ride back to this dockBut before I go I must abode the law and make a seizureThose super-soakers dump em outBefore I give you all misdemeanors)Floating down the channelMuddy water July sunJust chilling in a dingyYeah is our idea of funHappy happy happy hanging out with all my friendsWishing soggy bottom summers never had to endHappy happy happy hanging out with all my friendsWishing soggy bottom summers never had to end

Oh Ill twine with my mingles and waving black hairWith the roses so red and the lilies so fairAnd the myrtle so bright with the emerald hueThe pale and the leader and eyes look like blueOh Ill dance I will sing and my laugh shall be gayI will charm every heart in his crown I will swayWhen I woke from my dreaming my idol was clayAll portion of love had all flown awayOh he taught me to love him and promised to loveAnd to cherish me over all others aboveHow my heart is now wondring no misry can tellHes left me no warning no words of farewellOh he taught me to love him and called me his flowerThat was blooming to cheer him through lifes dreary hourOh I long to see him and regret the dark hourHes gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower

Id say Im a lover not a fighterI never stare nobody downTil one night my girlI could not find She never made it back from townI found my Shannon crying in the woodsWicked man held her downSo I stuck him deep and I buried him goodNot deep enough to fool the houndsWe took shelter in a chapelNeath the blood moon skyI bought a gun and made Shannon my wifeWe jumped in a box-car to old MexicoWhere I aint worth a penny of my bounty back homeNo I aint worth a penny of my bounty back homeThat train stopped in TijuanaWe built a shack beneath the sunI make my Shannon margaritasWe watch our children laugh and run run runSometimes I miss my daddySometimes I miss my momBut I think theyd be real proud of meTo know the man that Ive becomeWe took shelter in a chapelNeath the blood moon skyI bought a gun and made Shannon my wifeWe jumped in a box-car to old MexicoWhere I aint worth a penny of my bounty back homeNo I aint worth a penny of my bounty back homeTrain train roll onTrain train roll onTrain train roll on roll onShannon whyd you run with me?She said what was I supposed to do boy?Just watch you leave?Youd have broken my heartYoud have haunted my dreamsYour love boy is all I needYour love boy is all Ill ever needWe took shelter in a chapelNeath the blood moon skyI bought a gun and made Shannon my wifeWe jumped in a box-car to old MexicoWhere we aint worth a penny of our bounty back homeNo we aint worth a penny of our bounty back home

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I'm sittin' on this train and I'm ridin' home, ridin' home I'm sittin' on this train and I'm ridin' home, ridin' home I've got my bag and I'm ready to go I wish this train didn't move so slow I'm sittin' on this train and I'm ridin' home, ridin' home This train don't move like it used to, ridin' hom ...

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