Black (2016)

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    Black

    "BLACK"
    WRITTEN BY ROSS COPPERMAN – ASHLEY GORLEY – DIERKS BENTLEY

    THE MOON OUTSIDE, TOO BRIGHT
    THOSE BLINDS, YEAH, LET’S JUST KEEP ‘EM CLOSED
    YOU KNOW, MY HANDS, THEY KNOW WHERE TO GO
    TO FIND YOUR FINGERTIPS, TRACE THEM BACK TO YOUR LIPS
    TAKE YOU ON A TRIP, FLIP THAT SWITCH

    MAKE MY WORLD GO BLACK
    HIT ME LIKE A HEART ATTACK
    KNOCK ME FLAT ON MY BACK
    YEAH, JUST KEEP DOING THAT
    THAT YOU’RE THING YOU’RE DOING THERE
    BRUSH ME WITH YOUR HAIR, I SWEAR
    I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG I CAN LAST
    MAKE MY WORLD GO BLACK
    MAKE MY WORLD GO BLACK

    LIKE YOUR DRESS ON THE FLOOR
    YEAH, THE ONE YOU DON’T NEED ANYMORE
    BLACK LIKE A SKY WITH NO STARS
    JUST FIND ME AND FALL INTO MY ARMS

    MAKE MY WORLD GO BLACK
    HIT ME LIKE A HEART ATTACK
    KNOCK ME FLAT ON MY BACK
    YEAH, JUST KEEP DOING THAT
    THAT YOU’RE THING YOU’RE DOING THERE
    BRUSH ME WITH YOUR HAIR, I SWEAR
    I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG THAT I CAN LAST
    MAKE MY WORLD GO BLACK
    MAKE MY WORLD GO BLACK
    I DON’T WANNA SEE THING
    BABY, I JUST WANNA FEEL YOUR TOUCH, FEEL YOUR RUSH
    I DON’T WANNA SEE A THING
    I JUST WANNA FEEL YOUR LOVE

    MAKE MY WORLD GO BLACK
    HIT ME LIKE A HEART ATTACK
    KNOCK ME FLAT ON MY BACK
    YEAH, JUST KEEP DOING THAT
    THAT THING YOU’RE DOING THERE
    BRUSH ME WITH YOUR HAIR, I SWEAR
    I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG THAT I CAN LAST
    MAKE MY WORLD GO BLACK
    MAKE MY WORLD GO BLACK

    MAKE MY WORLD GO BLACK
    I DON'T WANNA SEE A THING
    I JUST WANNA FEEL YOUR TOUCH, FEEL YOUR RUSH

    BLACK, BLACK...
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    Pick Up

    "Pick Up"
    Written by Jaren Johnston/Jimmy Robbins/Andrew Dorff

    I dialed 7 digits 5 times today
    Just to hear you say that you love or hate me
    I'll take anything
    I just wanna hear your voice
    Cut through the line like a heart shaped knife
    Cutting me down girl one more time
    Good or bad baby yes no or maybe it's just driving me crazy
    Won't you

    Pick up the phone I can pick up some wine
    I can pick you up in my pick up truck
    And we can pick up right where we left off
    Ain't that what we both want
    Pick up the pieces girl we ain't that broke
    We can pick up the past and just let it go
    Put down that over me never wanna see me again
    Goodbye kind of stuff and
    Pick up

    You're putting me through hell 1 ring voicemail
    Baby I can tell that you ain't on the other line
    Accept, naw decline
    How can I tell you if you won't listen
    How can I tell you what I've been missing
    If you don’t, don’t, don’t
    If you won’t, won’t, won’t

    Pick up the phone I can pick up some wine
    I can pick you up in my pick up truck
    And we can pick up right where we left off
    Ain't that what we both want
    Pick up the pieces girl we ain't that broke
    We can pick up the past and just let it go
    Put down that over me never wanna see me again
    Goodbye kind of stuff and
    Pick up

    Put down the mistakes we made and the words we didn't mean to say
    Pick up the phone I can pick up some wine
    I can pick you up in my pick up truck
    And we can pick up right where we left off
    Ain't that what we both want
    Pick up the pieces girl we ain't that broke
    We can pick up the past and just let it go
    Put down that over me never wanna see me again
    Goodbye kind of stuff and
    Pick up

    I dialed 7 digits 5 times today
    Just to hear you say that you love or hate me
    I'll take anything
    I just wanna hear your voice
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    I'll Be the Moon (feat. Maren Morris)

    "I’LL BE THE MOON"
    WRITTEN BY MATT DRAGSTREM/RYAN HURD/HEATHER MORGAN

    The phone lights up in the dark, asks where you are and I start driving
    Meet me for a drink, just an hour, maybe two, maybe three, baby I'm in
    Girl, you can't take your eyes off me
    And that first kiss is sweet relief, ain't no one gotta know
    Just one more before you go

    I don't wanna be a liar
    I don't wanna be a fool
    I don't wanna be a secret but I will if you want me to
    You can leave me in the dark if that's all I get from you
    He can be the sun
    I'll be the moon
    Yeah, he can be the sun, I'll be the moon

    The phone lights up in the dark, gotta go, I know, but it still ain't easy
    Tomorrow, you'll be waking up beside him, tell him that you love him but you still see me
    In my mind when I'm looking at him
    And in my eyes it's the obvious elephant in the room
    He can't see it, but girl, you do

    I don't wanna be a liar
    I don't wanna be a fool
    I don't wanna be a secret but I will if you want me to
    You can leave me in the dark if that's all I get from you
    He can be the sun
    I'll be the moon
    Yeah, he can be the sun, I'll be the moon

    The phone lights up in the dark, yes, it's my turn and I start driving

    I don't wanna be a liar
    I don't wanna be a fool
    I don't wanna be a secret but this is something I can't lose
    You can leave me in the dark if that's all I get from you
    He can be the sun
    And I'll be the moon
    He can be the sun, I'll be the moon

    The phone lights up in the dark
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    What the Hell Did I Say

    “What the Hell Did I Say”
    Written By Ross Copperman, Josh Kear, Chris Tompkins

    Woke up this morning with my cellphone ringing
    She said, I know that when you called me, you were drinking
    But I loved every single word you left on my phone
    And I know you're hungover but I'm coming on over
    Did I say we'd go shopping, that I'd Louis Vuitton her?
    That I'd Rodeo Drive her, slide a Tiffany diamond on her?

    What the hell did I say when I called last night
    Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that she liked
    What the hell did I say, gotta dial it up again
    I'm writing out those lines that fell out drunk at three AM
    What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?
    What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?

    Last thing I remember, I was thinking I'd call her up
    And put her on speaker while the whole bar sang Free Bird
    Had that phone in my hand when I ran into trouble
    My friend coming over with a couple of doubles

    What the hell did I say when I called last night
    Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that she liked
    What the hell did I say, gotta dial it up again
    I'm writing out those lines that fell out drunk at three AM
    What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?
    What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?

    Did I say we'd go shopping, that I'd Louis Vuitton her?
    That I'd Rodeo Drive her, slide a Tiffany diamond on her?
    Did I tell her she could move in and we'd fly out to Vegas
    Champagne all the way and we'd get married by Elvis

    What the hell did I say when I called last night
    Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that she liked
    What the hell did I say, gotta dial it up again
    I'm writing out those lines that fell out drunk at three AM
    What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?
    What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?

    What the hell did I say?
    What the hell did I say?

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    Somewhere on a Beach

    “Somewhere On A Beach”
    Written By Josh Mirenda, Jaron Boyer, Michael Tyler, Alex Palmer, Dave Kuncio

    Bet you think I'm sitting at home. No.
    Bet you think that I'm all alone. No.
    Bet you think I'm missing you and wishing you would call my phone,
    Hell, no!

    I went wheels up on a runway
    And that ticket was a one-way

    I'm somewhere on a beach
    Sipping something strong,
    Got a new girl, she got it going on
    We drink all day, and party all night
    I'm way too gone to have you on my mind
    She got a body and she's naughty,
    And she got me like you ain't ever got me.
    I'm getting sun, getting some, and I ain't slept in a week
    Yeah, I'm somewhere on a beach.

    Heard you called my boys,
    Heard you called my folks
    They said you drove by my house real slow
    You can check any spot, roll down every road
    But, girl, I ain't even close

    I'm somewhere on a beach
    Sipping something strong,
    Got a new girl, she got it going on
    We drink all day, and party all night
    I'm way too gone to have you on my mind
    She got a body and she's naughty,
    And she got me like you ain't ever got me
    I'm getting sun, getting some, and I ain't slept in a week
    Yeah, I'm somewhere on a beach.

    I wish it could've worked out
    But I'm gettin' over you now,
    On a beach towel
    With my shades on
    My drink's up
    And the sun's out
    Huh! I'm somewhere on a beach!

    I'm somewhere on a beach
    Sipping something strong,
    Got a new girl, she got it going on
    We drink all day, and party all night
    I'm way too gone to have you on my mind
    She got a body and she's naughty,
    And she got me like you ain't never got me
    I'm getting sun, getting some, and I ain't slept in a week
    Yeah, I'm somewhere on a beach.

    Yeah, I'm somewhere on a beach.

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    Freedom

    “Freedom”
    Written By Ashley Golrey, Ross Copperman, Dierks Bentley

    It's the keys to your daddy's car
    It's a night alone underneath the desert stars
    It's a five o'clock whistle
    It's the classroom bell
    It's a Panama City at the window yell
    A first kiss after a broken heart

    We all wanna break the chains
    Feel the wind against our face
    Everybody wants the same thing
    We wanna taste that freedom (freedom)
    Everybody 'round here wanna taste that freedom (freedom)
    Freedom

    It's a pocket full of folded cash
    It's telling that boss he can kiss your ass
    That ticket to your favorite show
    Getting lost in the rock 'n roll
    Close your eyes, hands up high
    Go on and let it all go, oh

    We all wanna break the chains
    Feel the wind against our face
    Everybody wants the same thing
    We wanna taste that freedom (freedom)
    Everybody 'round here wanna taste that freedom (freedom)
    Freedom

    Oh, oh
    Oh, oh
    Freedom
    Everybody 'round here wanna taste that freedom (freedom, freedom)
    That flag on a solider's sleeve
    All around the world they know what it means
    And they all just wanna little piece of freedom, yeah
    That flag on a solider's sleeve
    All around the world they know what it means
    And they all want just a little piece of this freedom, yeah

    We all wanna break the chains
    Feel the wind against our face
    Everybody wants the same thing We wanna taste that freedom (freedom)
    Everybody 'round here wanna taste that freedom (freedom)
    Freedom

    Oh, oh
    Oh, oh
    Freedom
    Everybody 'round here wanna taste that freedom, freedom
    Oh, oh
    Oh, oh
    Oh, oh
    Oh, oh

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    Why Do I Feel

    “Why Do I Feel”
    Written By Ross Copperman, Dierks Bentley, Dan Wilson

    How much reassurance does a man need?
    Why can't I just let a good thing be?
    Is it just me, something don't seem right
    In my whole life I've never been so close to anyone, anything, some girl I know
    I gotta let go and give up the fight
    You keep talking like everything's gonna be alright

    So why do I feel like you're slipping away?
    So dark in my heart girl
    Too many times torn apart girl
    I wanna believe what you're trying to say
    Girl I'm trying to listen
    Don't want my suspicions to drive you away
    Why do I, why do I keep messing with a good thing?
    Why do I feel?

    Trying to understand, explain everything
    Over analyze us like we're some game
    Trying to find pain
    Where there's only love
    It's maybe just that I've never been this far
    Never walked through so many open doors
    And when I get more, it's never enough
    You and me babe
    I know we're right as rain

    So why do I feel like you're slipping away?
    So dark in my heart girl
    Too many times torn apart girl
    I wanna believe what you're trying to say
    Girl I'm trying to listen
    Don't want my suspicions to drive you away
    Why do I, why do I keep messing with a good thing?

    Why do I feel like that when it feels like this?
    Better than the best it's ever been
    Lost in your body here in the dark
    Your fingers, my skin: a match and a spark
    I told myself I'd make a brand new start

    I wanna believe what you're trying to say
    Girl I'm trying to listen
    Don't want my suspicions to drive you away
    Yeah, I'm trying to listen
    Don't want my suspicions to drive you away
    Why do I, why do I keep messing with a good thing?
    Why do I feel?
    Why do I feel?

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    Roses and a Time Machine

    “Roses and a Time Machine”
    Written By: Luke Dick, Adam James

    I tried ice cold silver bullet Cuervo gold
    But it don't seem to fix the situation
    I've tried self help
    Got a hundred books up on my shelf
    I practice transcendental meditation
    But she's gone
    She's still gone

    I need something that'll take me back to the night she left
    Rewind the sound of every step
    I wanna watch her walking backwards back to me-e
    I need something that'll stop the world, throw it in reverse
    Undo the wrong, unsay the words
    What I really need are roses and a time machine

    Now I'm on Craigslist looking for Deloreans
    And brushing up on my edumacation
    Turns out there's time, space, black holes that lead back to the place before I made a mess of our relations

    I need something that'll take me back to the night she left
    Rewind the sound of every step
    I wanna watch her walking backwards back to me-e
    I need something that'll stop the world, throw it in reverse
    Undo the wrong, unsay the words
    What I really need are roses and a time machine

    Now don't say it's impossible, no way
    Now don't say it's impossible, no way
    Now don't (don't) say (say) it's impossible, no way
    Now don't (don't, don't) say (say, say) it's impossible

    I need something that'll take me back to the night she left
    Rewind the sound of every step
    I wanna watch her walking backwards back to me-e
    I need something that'll stop the world, throw it in reverse
    Undo the wrong, unsay the words
    What I really need are roses and a time machine

    Roses and a time machine
    Roses and a time machine
    Roses and a time machine

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    All the Way to Me

    “All the Way to Me”
    Written by Dierks Bentley, Luke Dick, Scooter Carusoe

    Something 'bout George Jones on the headphones
    Truth through a microphone
    Livin' on and on and on in a melody
    Something 'bout starlight on Kansas
    The way a wheat field dances
    It's posts as far as the eye could see

    It just gets all the way to me
    It just gets all the way to me

    Something 'bout the sound of crack in bottle tops
    Makes troubles fade and time stop
    Holdin' that cold somehow sets you free
    Or thinking back to who I was
    Saving up for that used truck
    Her Levi's laying on my Chevy seats

    It just gets all the way to me
    It just gets all the way to me

    It ain't like smoke gets in your clothes
    Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep
    Soaks in like rain
    Burns like a flame
    Takes ahold of my soul underneath
    It just gets all the way to me
    It just gets all the way to me

    Something 'bout a drawer full of yesterdays
    A hand-me-down knife and a last name
    And a shoebox full of roots from the family tree
    Something 'bout me and her
    And how our love turned into brown eyes looking up
    The sound of hardwood floors on little feet

    It just gets all the way to me

    It ain't like smoke gets in your clothes
    Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep
    Soaks in like rain
    Burns like a flame
    Takes ahold of my soul underneath
    Just gets all the way to me
    Just gets all the way to me, hey

    Something 'bout a wooden cross
    Forgetting sins and no love lost
    Gratitude I find on bended knee

    It just gets all the way to me, all the way to me

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    Different for Girls (feat. Elle King)

    “Different For Girls” (feat. Elle King)
    Written by: J.T Harding, Shane McAnally

    She don't throw any t-shirt on and walk to a bar
    She don't text her friends and say, I gotta get laid tonight
    She don't say, it's okay, I never loved him anyway
    She don't scroll through her phone just looking for a Band-Aid

    It's different for girls when their hearts get broke
    They can't tape it back together with a whiskey and Coke
    They don't take someone home and act like it's nothing
    They can't just switch it off every time they feel something
    A guy gets drunk with his friends and he might hook up
    Fast forward through the pain, pushing back when the tears come on
    But it's different for girls

    She don't sleep all day and leave the house a wreck
    She don't have the luxury to let herself go
    She won't call just to curse, find a wall she can punch
    When the going gets tough, yeah, the guys they can just act tough

    It's different for girls when their hearts get broke
    They can't tape it back together with a whiskey and Coke
    They don't take someone home and act like it's nothing
    They can't just switch it off every time they feel something
    A guy gets drunk with his friends and he might hook up
    Fast forward through the pain, pushing back when the tears come on
    But it's different for girls

    It's different for girls
    Nobody said it was fair
    When love disappears, they can't pretend it was never there

    A guy gets drunk with his friends and he might hook up
    Fast forward through the pain, pushing back when the tears come on
    When the going gets tough, yeah, the guys they can just act tough
    So tough
    It's different for girls
    It's different for girls

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    Mardi Gras (feat. Trombone Shorty)

    “Mardi Gras” (feat. Trombone Shorty)
    Written By Natalie Hemby, Steve Moakler, Dierks Bentley

    Damn she hurts the morning after
    Drunk on thinking I could have her
    Strung me right along like lights on a balcony
    Come Wednesday, she don't care
    Tuesday night I had her here
    Like beads and feathers, it was heaven her hanging on me

    She took me for a ride, hit a new high
    Gold confetti in her green eyes
    Trying like hell to hold the belle of a ball
    She pulled me in a world of wonder
    It's a charade trying to love her
    It's like trying to save a soul from Mardi Gras
    From Mardi Gras

    Trashed my heart just like these streets
    Her perfume's all over me
    Just reminded me of a night I can't forget
    She paraded me around
    Swear last night I had a crown on my head till she left
    Thought she'd stay, but instead

    She took me for a ride, hit a new high
    Throwing confetti in her green eyes
    Trying like hell to hold the belle of a ball
    She pulled me in a world of wonder
    It's a charade trying to love her
    It's like trying to save a soul from Mardi Gras
    From Mardi Gras
    From Mardi Gras

    She ain't looking for love
    No she's just looking for a real good time
    And you can't change her weather
    She's a hurricane every time

    She took me for a ride, hit a new high
    Throwing confetti in her green eyes
    Trying like hell to hold the belle of a ball
    She pulled me in a world of wonder
    It's a charade trying to love her
    It's like trying to save a soul from Mardi Gras
    From Mardi Gras

    From Mardi Gras
    From Mardi Gras
    (Mardi Gras)

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    Light It Up

    "Light It Up"
    Written By: Ross Copperman, Dierks Bentley & Jessi Alexander

    When it's low beams, long stretch of highway
    When the lonesome hits like a tidal wave
    Tossing and turning, tangled with my demons
    Making me doubt everything I believe in

    There you are
    Like a stained glass Sunday morning

    Baby you light it up
    Shot some faith on my darkest places
    Like a rising sun
    Filled my heart with a million amazing graces
    Your voice is like a choir
    A match that starts a fire
    Deep down in my bones where only you can go
    When my soul needs an angel's touch
    Yeah, you light it up

    I used to get no Mona whiskey remedy
    But then your spirit poured in like a symphony
    And now I know that all I need is you girl
    'Cause when I get lost in this crazy world

    Yeah, you light it up
    Shot some faith on my darkest places
    Like a rising sun
    Filled my heart with a million amazing graces
    Your voice is like a choir
    A match that starts a fire
    Deep down in my bones where only you can go
    When my soul needs an angel's touch
    You light it up

    There you are like a stained glass Sunday morning
    You bid the dark
    With all your truth and all your glory

    You light it up
    Shot some faith on my darkest places
    Like a rising sun
    Filled my heart with a million amazing graces
    Your voice is like a choir
    A match that starts a fire
    Deep down in my bones where only you can go
    When my soul needs an angel's touch
    You light it up

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    Can't Be Replaced

    "Can't Be Replaced"
    Written By Luke Laird, Hillary Lindsey, Dierks Bentley

    Levi jacket broken in just right
    I left it on the bleachers that Friday night
    Felt so cool in the stone-washed fade
    There's just some things that can't be replaced
    That runaround freedom summer '89
    Spinnin' that bottle on a lot of first times
    It was all summed up on a Memorex mixtape
    There's just some things that can't be replaced

    Woah, it don't matter how hard you try
    Woah, all the money in the world won't ever buy
    What you miss, what you want back
    It'd be nice, but life don't work like that
    You can get damn close, but it won't ever be the same
    There's just some things that can't be replaced
    There's just some things that can't be replaced

    Sediment hay, and a heart of gold
    Chevy Cavalier on an old backroad
    A boot's farm kiss that I still taste
    There's just some things that can't be replaced

    Woah, no matter how hard you try
    Woah, all the money in the world won't ever buy
    What you miss, what you want back
    It'd be nice, but life don't work like that
    You can get damn close, but it won't ever be the same
    There's just some things that can't be replaced
    There's just some things that can't be replaced
    Woah

    For fifteen years right by my side
    From a single man to three kids and a wife
    Friends come and go, but when it comes to Jake
    There's just some things that can't be replaced

    Woah, no matter how hard you try
    Woah, all the money in the world won't ever buy
    What you miss, what you want back
    It'd be nice, but life don't work like that
    You can get damn close, but it won't ever be the same
    There's just some things that can't be replaced
    There's just some things that can't be replaced