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Sinners Like Me
Carolina
Buy MP3 listen  "Love Your Love The Most" by Eric Church (Eric Church/Michael Heeney)

1st Verse

I love sleepin' in on Saturdays
And I love college football games
I love not actin' my age
And good barbeque

2nd Verse

Yeah, I'm a fan of Faulkner books
And anything my mama cooks
Small mouth bass have got me hooked
On Sunday afternoons

Chorus

Yes, I love good, cold beer
And mustard on my fries
I love a good, loud honky tonk
It rocks on Friday nights
And hell yes, I love my truck
But I want you to know
Honey, I love your love the most

3rd Verse

Man, I love how Red Man tastes
And damn, I love my NASCAR race
Any song sung by George Strait
Is country at its best

(Repeat Chorus)

Tag Chorus

I love
Yeah, I love scuffed-up cowboy boots
And broke-in tore-up jeans
A four-wheel drive
Eight-horn bucks
And rocky road ice cream
And hell yes, I love my dog
And Jack D. in my Coke
But Honey, I love your love
Yeah, I love your love
I love your love the most
I love your love the most



Buy MP3 listen  "His Kind Of Money (My Kind Of Love)" by Eric Church (Eric Church/Casey Beathard/Shane Minor)

1st Verse

lyrics
I'll bet you the wine is fine
And I'll bet you the diamonds are real
And I'll bet you his house
Is the big one up on the hill
Hey, that's where he's got me, girl
Not that I blame you at all
Don't say you're sorry
Just go and have you a ball

Chorus

('Cause) (No) I ain't got his kinda money
And I prob'bly never will
But I got a buck that says his twenties
And his hundred dollar bills
Ain't gonna satisfy you forever
I never planned to do
They could only buy so much
I ain't got his kinda money
But he ain't got my kinda love
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2nd Verse

Who's gonna bait your hook
Who's gonna get lost in your eyes
Who's gonna throw that ball
That wins you the prize
Yeah, who's gonna kiss you goodnight
Make it last all night long
Yeah, who's gonna be there
When he's always gone

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge

He can buy you all he wants to
But girl, I ain't sold
So keep my number handy
'Cause I think we both know

(Repeat Chorus)

Tag Chorus

I ain't got his kinda money
But you're gonna miss my kinda love

Spoken

You gonna miss it, baby, ha
That's right

Tag

My kinda love



Buy MP3 listen  "Sinners Like Me" by Eric Church (Eric Church/Jeremy Spillman)

1st Verse

I was fifteen when my Daddy's old man
Caught me halfway through my first beer
He laughed so hard when my face turned green
He said, 'You come froma long line of sinners like me.'

2nd Verse

Now me and my brother go to see him sometimes
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

Chorus

La dee dah dee dah la dee dah dah dee dee
I come from a long line of sinners like me

3rd Verse

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

Pre Chorus

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

(Repeat Chorus)

4th Verse

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

Tag Chorus

La dee dah dee dah la dee dah dah dee dee
I come from a long line of sinners like me
La dee dah dee dah la dee dah dah dee dee
Here's to a long line of sinners like me
I come from a long line of sinners like me



Buy MP3 listen video  "How 'Bout You" by Eric Church (Eric Church/Brett Beavers/Brandon Church)

1st Verse

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 the scuffs on these cowboy boots
And there's a whole lot more like me
How 'bout you

2nd Verse

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 into
Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn
About the man whose collar's blue
But if he don't
Hell, I'll make it on my own
How 'bout you

Chorus

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

3rd Verse

I still say, 'Yes, ma'am', to my mama
How 'bout you
If I shake 'ya hand
Look 'ya in the eye
You can bet y'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

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge

I like my country rockin'
How 'bout you
Just put me on a stage, man
Turn it up
And I'll turn it loose
Yeah, give me a crowd
That's redneck and loud
And we'll raise the roof
Hell, I might just stay all night long...

Tag Chorus

How 'bout you
Do you feel the way I do
To tell the truth
I think we're the chosen few
How 'bout you
Do you feel the way I do
'Cause man, I know where I come from
How 'bout you



Buy MP3 listen video  "Guys Like Me" by Eric Church (Eric Church/Deric Ruttan)

1st Verse

I wear a greasy ball cap
I like my shirt untucked
I spend Saturdays workin' 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 (yeah)

2nd Verse

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

(Repeat Chorus)

Tag

Now there's a lotta guys like me out there
In a lotta little towns
Tellin' all our buddies
We won't ever settle down
We say that's 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



Buy MP3 listen video  "Lightning" by Eric Church (Eric Church)

1st Verse

These four walls of Farnworth
Are closin' in on me
My final meal is over
And they're gonna set me free

Pre Chorus

I can feel the fires a'burnin'
As the devil guards my door
I hit my knees in search of Jesus
On a cold jailhouse floor

Chorus

(Lord) (And) now I'm sayin'
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) (leavin' her) this way
Tonight I ride the lightnin'
To my final (judgment day) (restin' place)

2nd Verse

Every life owes a death
That's what the Bible says
I owe mine to this state
For shootin' that boy to death

Pre Chorus

A liquor store attendant
He was reaching for his gun
Now his mama sits there smilin'
As the boss yells, 'Roll on one'

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge

A hungry blue-eyed baby cryin'
Made me rob that store
And 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
And the order's gone through
As the boss yells, 'Roll on two'

Tag Chorus

Now I'm flyin'
Up and out of here
I close my eyes
And 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 lightnin'
To my final (judgment day) (restin' place)

Tag

These four walls of Farnworth
Are closin' in on me



Buy MP3 listen video  "Two Pink Lines" by Eric Church (Eric Church/Victoria Shaw)

1st Verse

She was pacin' back and forth on her front porch
I pulled up slingin' gravel in my daddy's Ford
She cried all the way to Johnson's store
I kept the motor runnin' and parked by the door

2nd Verse

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

Pre Chorus

One means none, and we're home free
Two means three and a diamond ring

1st Chorus

Yeah, wonder what fate is gonna decide
We're just sittin' 'round waitin' on two pink lines
Sittin' 'round waitin' on two pink lines

3rd Verse

Yeah, her daddy's gonna kill me, and that's 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
Aww, who am I kiddin'
He'll never understand

Pre Chorus

Yeah, that second hand just keeps slowin' down
I swear it stopped twice the last time around

2nd Chorus

Yeah, we'll know the truth in three minutes time
We're just sittin' 'round waitin' on two pink lines
Sittin' 'round waitin' on two pink lines

Bridge

Hot summer nights
Whisperin' her name
Under a blanket by the riverbank
Hearts beating fast
We never thought twice
As she pulled me close
And I held on tight

4th Verse

When the moment of truth finally comes
She gives me a look and then comes undone
She says, 'Looks like we're lucky'
'Someone's smilin' down'
She grabs her coat
And says, 'See 'ya around'

Tag Chorus

Yeah, these days the rabbit doesn't die
You just sit around waitin' on two pink lines
Prayin' that fate is on your side
Sittin' around waitin' on two pink lines
Sittin' 'round waitin' on two pink lines

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