Somewhere, someone like you is missin' her right now,
Somewhere, someone has lost a love they thought they'd found,
Wishin' they knew the way,
To get her back somehow, somewhere, someone,
Is missin' her right now,

Every move she makes can take your breath away,
And when she speaks she'll know exactly what to say,
She'll take you places that you'd never been before,
Just when you think you've got it all, she'll leave you wantin' more,

Somewhere, someone,
Is missin' her right now

MARK LAMBERT / WAYD BATTLE, GRAND-LMG (ASCAP), SONGS OF DANIEL (ASCAP)

LONGNECK STORY SHORT
Cinco de mayo down on the bayou,
Somebody said you wanna lime in your corona,
That's the last thing that i recall,
I went fishin' for the missin' pieces of my weekend,
Got my buddies to thank for fillin' in a few blanks,
Boy, i guess i must've had a ball,

I don't remember climbin' on the 'lectric bull,
But it sounds just like some drunken stunt i'd pull,
Oh and i don't recollect that redneck getting decked
But my fist is sore and my jaw, it sure is tender,
To make a longneck story short,I don't remember,

Brunette, corvette, how the hell did i get,
Stuck in texarkana via indiana,
With a blonde from buffalo,
Three days down the drain, i'm still wracking my brain,
For a detail or two of all that i've been through,
But some things i guess i'll never know,

I don't remember getting that disorderly,
But the man in that mugshot looks just like me,
Tell me what else did i do 'cause i still don't have a clue,
How my straight drive home turned into a three day bender,
To make a longneck story short, I don't remember

Oh, and i don't recollect that redneck getting decked,
But my fist is sore and my jaw, it sure is tender,
To make a longneck story short, I don't remember,
To make a longneck story short, I don't remember.

JIMMY RITCHEY / CHUCK JONES / WES HIGHTOWER, CAREERS BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC. (BMI), FOX RIDGE MUSIC (BMI), UNA WRITER MUSIC PUBLISHING (BMI), JONESIN’ FOR A HIT (BMI)

GOIN’ GOIN’ GONE
There's one way in and one way out,
Of this little Mississippi town,
Those ole dirt roads and down home folks,
Just makes you wanna hang around,
They just broke ground outside of town,
For a home improvement store,
I guess Mr. Johnson won't be selling many hammers,
At his hardware anymore,
And all the dreams that we've been livin' for,

They're goin', goin', gone,
Like a clear blue river or an ole Hank Williams song,
It makes a country boy just want to move on,
It's goin', goin' gone,

They're gonna build a four lane that comes real close,
To mom and daddy's back yard,
It'll wind around and head south bound,
Through the heart of my best friends farm,
We used to smoke cigarettes behind that barn,

Well my pick-up is packed and my dogs in the back,
And there's a big lump in my throat,
Gonna dry my eyes and drive one last time,
Down that ole forgotten road,

I'm goin', goin' gone,
Like a clear blue river,
Listenin' to an ole Hank Williams song,
This country boy's gotta move on,
And this ain't no place like home
I'm goin', goin' gone.

MICHAEL DULANEY / NEIL THRASHER, RIO BRAVO MUSIC, INC. (BMI), ENSIGN MUSIC LLC/MICHAELHOUSE MUSIC (BMI)

NOWHERE FAST
There's a certain exit, on the interstate,
Gets me off at county road two-o-eight,
Rolls into that red clay about ten miles down,
To a place way beyond the edge of any town,

I take a long walk in that countryside,
Fall down in the tall grass, clear my mind,
Lay in the sweet silence, feel that sun,
Oh I need these moments when I can be alone,

In the middle of nowhere,
Thank God I'm there at last,
You see sometimes I need,
To get nowhere fast,

Nowhere is somewhere,
My mind's at ease,
The sun sets, the moon shines on mountains and the trees,
The concrete n' neon,
They can be a blast,
But sometimes this unsettled soul,
Needs to get nowhere fast,

I've seen Atlantic City,
And the Vegas Strip,
And I've wrung a lot of fun,
From their fantasy trip,
That fast lane leads to one dead-end road,
If I can't turn around n' take my wanderlust home,
To the footsteps I've laid,
Up a downhome path,
Oh I've gotta get me to nowhere fast,

In the middle of nowhere,
Thank God I'm there at last,
You see sometimes, I need,
To get nowhere fast,

To the middle of nowhere fast

ROBIN BRANDA / MIKE KINNAMON / ILYA TOSHINSKY, ROBIN BRANDA MUSIC (BMI), J.M. KINNAMON PUBLISHING (ASCAP), JAMES MICHAEL KINNAMON PUBLISHING (BMI), UNCLE HADLEY MUSIC (ASCAP)

CONFESSIONS OF AN EX-GIRLFRIEND
I was eatin' a ribeye steak,
Out on a date with my new girl jenny,
She was tellin' me about her trip,
A weekend spent up in the city,
She said you won't believe who i ran into,
At broadway shoes,
Yeah it was your old flame,
And we talked about you,

Like fire racin' through a stack of hay,
I had a million thoughts runnin' through my brain,
And every single one scared me to death,
Like murphy's law to the best-laid plans,
Like kryptonite to superman,
I was sure that it would do me in,
The confessions of an ex-girlfriend,

Jenny said boy why do you hate her,
You sure did paint her as not very nice,
But i like her and i invited her to a movie on tuesday night,
It got quiet, she asked why i didn't have anything to say,
But how could i tell her when i was chokin' on my steak,
Maybe they won't talk about,
All my little secrets,
Even things my mama doesn't know,
Yeah right

ED HILL / SHAYE SMITH, CAREERS BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING (BMI), EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC (BMI), SAGRABEAUX SONGS (BMI), SHAYE SMITH MUSIC (BMI)

THE COST OF BEING ME
I gotta hand it to me,
I worked hard,
To get where i wanted to be,
Who, who ever knew,
That findin' my way,
Would mean losin' you,

The cost of being me,
Walkin' in my shoes,
Payin' for my wins,
With more than i can lose,
Standin' tall,
And fallin' to my knees,
That's the cost of being me,
Livin' in this heart,
Baskin' in the light,
While stumblin' in the dark,
Perfectly, bittersweet,
The cost of being me,

I, did what i had to do,
I did my best,
Proud to say that i was true,
To me, kept my eyes on the prize,
Became who i am,
Before i realized,

The cost of being me,
Is knowin' what to say,
Lookin' in your eyes,
And knowin' its too late,
Bittersweet,
That's the cost of being me

ANGELA KASET / LEE MILLER, PURPLE SUN MUSIC, LLC (SESAC), MUSIC OF STAGE THREE (BMI)

SHE CALLS EVERYBODY HONEY
She's got a big old heart,
Looks and charm,
She lights up a room ,
She comes walking in can makes a friend,
Without trying to,
That's how the good lord made her,
That's how her mama raised her,
She comes on real sweet,
But don't take it personally,

She calls everybody honey,
She hugs everbody's neck,
She's got a smile a twinkle in her eye,
For anyone she's ever met,
Now i know what your thinking,
But that aint how it's gonna be,
She calls everybody honey,
But i'm here to tell you buddy,
She don't love nobody but me,

We've got lots of trust,
The two of us,
We know where we stand,
When she gets me home she lets me know,
I'm her loving man,
You all think she's something,
But you aint seen nothing,
She whispers in my ear,
Things no one else will hear,

She calls everybody honey,
But i'm here to tell you buddy,
She don't love nobody but me

BOB REGAN / MIKE PYLE / BLAKE SHELTON, BMG SONGS, INC./YESSIREE BOB MUSIC (BMI), SONY/ATV SONGS LLC OBO GOSNELL MUSIC GROUP LLC (BMI)

WHEN THE NEEDLE HIT THE VINYL
We never saw 'em holdin' hands or kissin' all that much,
But they must of dug each other, well heck there was five of us,
Momma held the fort down, daddy went to work,
We never thought about what she meant to him,
Or what he meant to her,
Sometimes on saturday they'd crank up that stereo,
Grab a stack of old 45 records we'd watch them put on a show,

When the needle hit the vinyl,
Momma's hair came down, daddy came unwound,
In their own world, just a boy and girl,
We couldn't believe our eyes, how they came alive,
When the needle hit the vinyl,

Five kids on that worn out couch, we didn't say a word,
Daddy put on "my girl" and he sang it right to her,
Momma she was glowin,' daddy made the perfect moves,
Neither one of them seemed like the mom and dad we knew,
They both looked younger as they went round and round,
Under the spell of that poppin' cracklin' sound,

Then somethin' happened,
When they danced to the slow ones,
They got this funny look then said,
Ok kids, it's time for bed

When the needle hit the vinyl

NEIL THRASHER / MICHAEL DULANEY / BOB REGAN , MAJOR BOB MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP), FAMOUS MUSIC CORP. (ASCAP), BMG SONGS, INC./SIERRA HOME MUSIC (ASCAP)

BUCKET SEAT BLUES
I had to have this two-door,
Souped-up sports coupe automobile,
Zero to sixty in five point seven,
Little heaven, little hell on wheels,
I revved her up turned your head, made you grin,
N' i said "hey baby, hop on in",

I'm over here,
You're way over there,
With this console between us,
Babe i ain't got a prayer,
It's drivin' me crazy,
Ridin' round with you,
I got the can't slide up next to me,
No gettin' lucky,
Bucket seat blues,

It's getting' old lookin' cool,
Cruisin' round, when you're,
Really gettin' nowhere fast,
I thought about parkin' out at the point,
But there ain't no room for that,
Forget the fact i'm goin' deeper in debt,
Five bills a month ain't all i'm payin' for this,

Tomorrow i'm goin' down to the used car lot,
Trade for somethin' with a bench seat,
I don't care what…,

ODIE BLACKMON / CASEY BEATHARD, SONY/ATV ACUFF ROSE MUSIC (BMI)

SATURDAY IN THE SOUTH
Dew settles down,Tents goin' up,
Smell of jim beam n',Grills warmin' up,
Bud's on ice, Radios' up loud,
Hank beltin' tunes out for the crowd.

It's about tailgatin', grill-makin', drink-shakin', face-paintin',
Roof-raisin', celebratin', love-makin', hangover-achin',
South-lovin', no-mistakin', ritual kind of passion!

It's gameday, pigskin, alma-mater, big band,
Fight songs, flag-waving, history-makin', stadium-shakin',
Memory-takin', "big-day", saturdays in the south!

Toe meets leather,
Teams square off,
Coaches yelling orders n',
Players making calls,
Bourbon's mixin', bands boomin', crowds chantin', sun' fadin',
Wouldn't be any day but saturday, in the south!

We love bulldogs, yellow jackets, gators n' seminoles,
Volunteers, mountaineers, sooner schooner, tiger's paw,
Tarheels, gamecocks, hook 'em horns, n' wildcats,
Red raiders, tide's role, war eagle, razorbacks,
Big-time…big plays…primetime…gameday!,
It's saturday, all-day, dixie-way, in the south.

It's big-time…big plays…primetime…gameday!,
Saturdays, all-day, dixie-way, in the south!

Kickoff!

JUSTIN HONAMAN, HONAMAN ENTERTAINMENT (ASCAP)