Feel That Fire (2009)

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  • 1

    Life On the Run

    Life On The Run
    Written by Jim Beavers, Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley

    She never knew my name
    Least not the one my Daddy gave me
    I took off the way I came
    Moonlight reflecting off the chrome
    She didn’t want my story, so I didn’t have to lie
    If I loved her it was only for a night

    Living life on the run
    You can’t give your heart to no one
    Your only friend is the setting sun
    I didn’t do what they said I done
    I gotta stay one step ahead
    Or one of these days I’m gonna wake up dead
    Dropped in my tracks by a bullet from a lawman’s gun
    Oh, you can’t rest a minute
    When you’re living life on the run

    The white lines on the road
    That’s the only trail I leave behind me
    Been chasing highline poles
    Ever since the night I skipped out of town
    Somewhere in the distance is where I need to be
    All I care about right now is speed

    Living life on the run
    You can’t give your heart to no one
    Your only friend is the setting sun
    I didn’t do what they said I done
    I gotta stay one step ahead
    Or one of these days I’m gonna wake up dead
    Dropped in my tracks by a bullet from a lawman’s gun
    Oh, you can’t rest a minute
    When you’re living life on the run

    Here they come now, gotta lay low
    Done bent the law till the law got broke
    Here they come now, gotta lay low
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

    Here they come now, they’re closing in
    Pack of blood hounds gonna catch my scent
    Here they come now, now I’m gone again

    Yeah

    Living life on the run
    You can’t give your heart to no one
    You can’t rest a minute when you’re living life on the run
    No, you can’t rest a minute when you’re living life
    On the run

    Musicians:

    Steve Misamore – Drums & Percussion
    Robbie Harrington – Space Bass
    Rod Janzen – Electric Guitar
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar & Banjo
    Mike McCready – Electric Guitar
    Gary Morse – Lap Steel
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    Russell Terrell & Greg Mangum – Background Vocals.

    © 2009 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing/
    Joseybixtunes (BMI)/Home With The Armadillo Music (BMI)/ Big White Tracks
    (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Sideways

    Sideways
    Written by Jim Beavers, Dierks Bentley

    Hey girl what’s your name
    It’s so loud in here I can’t hear a thing
    But I sure do like your style
    And I can see you came to rock
    In your blue jeans and white tank top
    Man that look drives me wild

    And it’s hey now here we go, DJ don’t ya’ play nothing slow
    Keep those girls out on the floor
    Gotta make ‘em wanna come back for more
    Been here since the sun went down, be here when it comes back around
    Worked all week, it’s time to play
    Gonna get a little bit sideways
    Sideways

    Ain’t no need to fight
    Y’all take that redneck stuff outside
    That’s what parking lots are for
    Once you’re out, you ain’t coming back
    The velvet rope ain’t got no slack
    Man they’re busting down the door

    Hey now here we go
    DJ don’t ya’ play nothing slow
    Gotta make ‘em wanna
    Gotta make ‘em wanna

    Gotta make ‘em wanna come back for more

    Sideways
    Sideways

    Hey girl what’s your name
    It’s so loud in here I can’t hear a thing

    Musicians:

    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar & Banjo
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    Steve Brewster – Drums & Percussion
    Gary Morse – Steel Guitar
    Russell Terrell – Background Vocals
    Liz Beavers, Caleb Beavers, Emily Beavers, Jimmy Harnen, Mike Dungan, Steve Hodges, Joanna Carter, Greg Mangum, Autumn House – Gang Vocals

    © 2009 Sony/ATV Tree
    Publishing/Beavertime Tunes (BMI)/ Big White Tracks (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Feel That Fire

    Feel That Fire
    Written by Brett Warren, Brad Warren, Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley

    She wants her nails painted black
    She wants the toy in the Cracker Jack
    She wants to ride the bull at the rodeo
    She wants to wear my shirt to bed
    She wants to make every stray a pet
    And drive around in my truck with no place to go

    But she needs to feel that fire
    The one that lets her know for sure
    She’s everything I want and more
    Her real desire
    Is to know I’d walk alone out on the wire
    To make her feel that fire

    She wants a cabin in the woods
    She wants to stand where nobody’s stood
    Someday she wants a couple kids of her own
    She wants to make love on a train
    Some days she only wants a break
    Hey she wants what she wants but man I know, I know, I know

    She needs to feel that fire
    The one that lets her know for sure
    She’s everything I want and more
    Her real desire

    Is to know I’d walk alone out on the wire
    To make her feel that fire, yeah, feel that fire

    So as long as there’s a breath to take
    A smile to share a prayer to pray
    A chance to hold her hand and fan the flame

    She’s gonna feel that fire
    The one that lets her know for sure
    She’s everything I want and more
    Her real desire
    Is to know I’d walk alone out on the wire
    Yeah to make her feel that fire, oh, oh, oh
    Feel that fire

    She wants her nails painted black
    She wants the toy in the Cracker Jack
    She wants to ride the bull at the rodeo

    Musicians:

    Steve Misamore – Drums
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Brett Beavers – 6 String Banjo
    Charlie Judge – Keyboards
    Mike Johnson – Pedal Steel Guitar
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    Russell Terrell – Background Vocals.

    © 2008 StyleSonicMusic, LLC/Bucky and Clyde Music (BMI)/Home With The Armadillo Music (BMI)/Big White Tracks (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    I Wanna Make You Close Your Eyes

    I Wanna Make You Close Your Eyes
    Written by Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley.

    Girl I’ve been waiting on this long hard day to get over
    So I can rest my head right here on your shoulder
    I just wanna lay here and feel you breathe
    Listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat
    And see where it leads

    We’re wide awake but girl I wanna make you close your eyes
    And say my name like only you can say then hold me tight
    All I need is only you and me alone tonight
    I wanna make you close your eyes

    You can make me work for it girl if you want to
    Just leave a trail for me to follow you into the bedroom
    And if you need a little bit of help from me
    Babe there’s not a button that I can’t reach

    Let’s see where it leads

    I wanna take you somewhere, out there
    Till the world fades out of sight

    We’re wide awake but girl I wanna make you close your eyes
    And say my name like only you can say, then hold me tight, just hold me tight
    All I need is only you and me alone tonight
    Yeah, I wanna make you close your eyes
    I wanna make you close your eyes
    Girl, I wanna make you close your eyes

    Musicians:

    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Gary Morse – Steel Guitar
    Charlie Judge – Keyboards
    Russell Terrell & Lona Heins – Background Vocals.

    © 2009 Home With The Armadillo Music (BMI)/Big White Tracks (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Here She Comes

    Here She Comes
    Written by Jim Beavers, Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley.

    Here she comes, down the road
    Rattling the gravel with the radio
    Kicking out, some loud, honky tonk song
    Here we go, buckle up
    Put us both together in a pick up truck
    Gonna be, memories, all night long
    Might get wild I know
    But here she comes, here we go

    Ready or not
    When she pulls the trigger I’m a load of buckshot
    One little kiss
    It’s a match to the fuse, the last bell at school
    A kick to the bull at the rodeo
    Here she comes, here we go

    Here she comes, with a plan
    Said she heard about a joint with a country band
    Where they play, George Strait, that’s all
    Here we go, walking in
    She’s making every hat in the whole place spin
    Around, checking out, that walk

    Girls wish she’d just stay home
    But here she comes, here we go

    Here she comes, with that look
    That says she’d rather be alone and that’s all it took
    Here we go, out to that spot
    Where we turn on the radio and the headlights off
    Now she’s moving in real close
    Here she comes, here we go

    Ready or not
    When she pulls the trigger, I’m a load of buckshot
    One little kiss
    It’s a match to the fuse, the last bell at school
    Ready or not
    When she pulls the trigger, I’m a load of buckshot
    One little kiss
    It’s a match to the fuse, the last bell at school
    A kick to the bull at the rodeo
    Here she comes, here we go

    Musicians:

    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    Steve Brewster – Drums & Percussion
    Gary Morse – Lap Steel
    Russell Terrell – Background Vocals.

    ©2009 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing/Beavertime Tunes (BMI)/Home With The Armadillo Music (BMI)/ Big White Tracks (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    I Can't Forget Her

    I Can't Forget Her
    Written by Bart Butler, Mark A. Rone, F.E. Solesbee.

    She found a cowboy
    And I hear they settled down somewhere out west
    Well I guess it’s for the best
    Here in Del Rio
    Nothing seems to change except the weather
    And I can’t forget her

    She goes running through my mind
    Like that Rio Grande River winds through the desert
    And I can’t forget her
    No I can’t forget her

    There’s a senorita

    Who waits just over the borderline
    For me tonight
    And I could hold her
    And this tequila could help me love her
    But there’s still another

    These endless starlit nights
    Remind me of her eyes
    This warm prairie breeze
    Is like her arms wrapped around me

    She found a cowboy
    And I hear they settled down somewhere out west
    Well I guess it’s for the best
    But I can’t forget her
    No I can’t forget her

    Musicians:

    Steve Brewster – Drums & Percussion
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic & Gut String Guitar
    Gary Morse – Steel Guitar
    Charlie Judge – Keyboards & Percussion
    Russell Terrell – Background Vocals

    © 2003 Bill Butler Music (BMI)/Pharmasong (ASCAP) Admin. by Cherry Heart Music, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Beautiful World
    (featuring Patty...)

    Beautiful World (featuring Patty Griffin)
    Written by Jim Beavers, Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley.

    All the noise and the voices are screaming what they have to say
    And the headlines and sound bites are giving me demons to hate
    And the man on TV, he tells me it’s ugly, but if you ask me it’s a

    Beautiful world, it’s a beautiful world

    There’s tears and there’s fears and there’s losses and crosses to bear
    And sometimes the best we can do is just to whisper a prayer
    Then press on because
    There’s so much to live for and so much to love in this

    Beautiful world
    Say what you will but I still believe
    It’s a beautiful world

    It’s a beautiful world

    And I know I’m not dreaming
    I just choose to believe it

    So I hate that I sometimes miss what’s right in front of my eyes
    And I know at the end of my road I’ll be wanting more time
    Just another sunset
    One more kiss from my baby, a smile from a friend, in this

    Beautiful world
    It’s a beautiful world
    Yeah, it’s a beautiful world
    Say what you will but I still believe
    It’s a beautiful world
    It’s a beautiful world

    Musicians:

    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar & Banjo
    Gary Morse – Steel Guitar
    Patty Griffin & Lona Heins – Background Vocals

    © 2009 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing/ Joseybixtunes (BMI)/ Home With The Armadillo Music (BMI)/Big White Tracks (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Little Heartwrecker

    Little Heartwrecker
    Written by Steve Bogard, Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley.

    You can cry, cry, cry like the rain
    Ocean full of tears won’t drown the pain
    Take all your whiskey, pour it down the drain
    Ain’t nothing gonna make you feel better
    Ooo she’s a little heartwrecker
    Ooo she’s a little heartwrecker

    You can beg, beg, beg like a dog
    Chase her ‘round the world but she’d still be gone
    She did you right once but left you all wrong
    Now you’re chewing on a Dear John letter
    Ooo she’s a little heartwrecker

    She takes a big black ball
    And a long strong chain
    And she lets it fall
    Again and again and again and again and again
    She’s a little heartwrecker

    Sing, sing, sing a sad song
    Honky tonk jukebox playing along
    Until your last buddy and your money is gone
    But still you can’t not remember

    So pray, pray, pray like a saint
    Promise your Maker all kinds of things
    He don’t answer but you know He’d say
    Son you better just forget her
    Ooo she’s a little heartwrecker

    She takes a big black ball
    And a long strong chain
    And she lets it fall
    Again and again and again and again and again
    She’s a little heartwrecker

    She was sweet, sweet, sweeter than wine
    Never knew nothing could be so fine
    So you took it all out and laid it on the line
    Best you ever had only better
    Ooo she’s a little heartwrecker
    Ooo she’s a little heartwrecker
    Ooo she’s a little heartwrecker

    Musicians:

    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar & Banjo
    Randy Kohrs - Dobro
    Russell Terrell – Background Vocals

    © 2009 Rancho de la Playa Music (BMI)/Home With The Armadillo Music (BMI)/Big White Tracks (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    You Hold Me Together

    You Hold Me Together
    Written by Tony Martin, Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley.

    By now I should’ve been broken
    On the rocks that rise from life’s ocean
    Just another ship lost at sea
    By now I should’ve been scattered
    In the wind of my lonesome travels
    Like a thousand dandelion seeds
    And I should’ve come unraveled
    At the seams like a well worn sweater
    But you hold me together

    My hopes should’ve been shattered
    Like a bottle out behind some tavern

    From a fight that you had no chance to win
    My dreams should’ve been ashes
    Gone up in smoke like a book of matches
    Tossed away and never gonna burn again
    And I should’ve worn right through
    Like an old cowboy’s boot leather
    But you hold me together

    I feel your love surrounding me
    Strong enough that I can believe
    There won’t ever be a storm that I can’t weather
    Cause you hold me together

    Together, yeah, yeah

    I feel your love surrounding me
    Strong enough that I can believe
    There won’t ever be a storm that I can’t weather
    No there’ll never be a storm that I can’t weather

    I should’ve been long forgotten
    Just a footnote down at the bottom
    Of a page in the book of what could’ve beens
    My heart should lie in pieces
    On the ground like a goodbye letter
    But you hold me together
    You hold me together, yeah, yeah,
    You hold me together
    Together, yeah, yeah,
    Oh, you hold me, you hold me
    Together

    Musicians:

    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin & Banjo
    Gary Morse – Steel Guitar
    Charlie Judge – Keyboards
    Russell Terrell – Background Vocals

    © 2009 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing/Goldwatch Music (BMI)/Home With The Armadillo Music (BMI)/Big White Tracks (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Better Believer

    Better Believer
    Written by Rivers Rutherford, Dierks Bentley.

    Life is seen more clearly through our tears
    Cause we all find some faith when we face our fears
    When my life’s going like I want God becomes an afterthought
    And I start trying to build my heaven here

    A better believer would look to the skies
    Shout hallelujah with tears in his eyes
    Open his heart and start giving it all away
    When I take a hard look at myself
    And count my blessings I can’t but help
    But wonder if there’s been some kind of mistake
    This life of mine should belong to a better believer

    All we really need in life is love
    And in my time I’ve had more than enough
    But some days I’m not satisfied
    It happens to me every time
    I look around instead of looking up

    With all I’ve got to be thankful for
    I should be doing so much more I know

    A better believer would look to the skies
    And shout hallelujah with tears in his eyes
    Open his heart and start giving it all away
    When I take a hard look at myself
    And count my blessings I can’t but help
    But wonder if there’s been some kind of mistake
    Yeah this life of mine should belong to a better believer
    Oh this life of mine should belong
    To a better believer

    Musicians:

    Steve Misamore – Drums
    Robbie Harrington – Bass
    Rod Janzen – Electric Guitar & Danelectro
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar & Bouzouki
    Gary Morse – Steel Guitar
    Russell Terrell – Background Vocals

    © 2009 Universal Music Corp./Macirhyco Music (ASCAP) All rights for Macirhyco Music controlled and administered by Universal Music Corp./Big White Tracks (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Pray

    Pray
    Written by Rodney Crowell, Dierks Bentley.

    Just because it didn’t last
    Doesn’t mean that we were wrong
    We both fell in love so fast
    And now it’s gone
    And the hurt is strong

    Though we don’t see eye to eye
    And a wind’s begun to blow
    I’m gonna love you till I die
    And I want you to know
    Till they lay me low

    I’ll pray
    Love will bless and find you
    Pray
    For joy and happiness
    Pray
    For two strong arms around you
    Pray

    Was it something we can’t see
    Maybe something we don’t know
    If it wasn’t meant to be
    We should just say so
    And let it go

    That with time
    You’ll someday find
    Peace

    That with time
    You’ll someday find
    Peace
    That with time
    You’ll someday find
    Love

    Musicians:

    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar & Bouzouki
    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    Gary Morse – Steel Guitar
    Charlie Judge – Keyboards
    Russell Terrell & Lona Heins – Background Vocals

    © 2009 Sony/ATV Milene Music/J Only Publishing (ASCAP)/Big White Tracks(ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

  • 12

    Last Call
    (With Ronnie McCoury...)

    Last Call (With Ronnie McCoury & Friends)
    Written by Ronnie McCoury.

    Early in the afternoon is the only time my mind is clear
    To think of you and the love we knew, it’s a memory I hold so dear
    Now we’re apart I’ve got a broken heart, the tears fall so sincere
    I know it’s wrong but before too long, it’s gonna be whiskey and beer

    Last call for alcohol still ringing in my head
    You must’ve ordered two more double shots from the shape that you’re in
    There ain’t no stopping my bar hopping, I should’ve stayed home instead
    Last call for alcohol still ringing in my head

    You got to stop the way you’re living, you better change your short life ways
    Smoking, drinking and loving, you’re just numbering your days
    Though I know what I need to do, if I could just turn around today
    But her memory catches up with me and this bar stool’s where I’ll stay

    Last call for alcohol still ringing in my head

    Musicians:

    Alan Bartram – Upright Bass
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Randy Kohrs – Dobro
    Jason Carter – Fiddle
    Rob McCoury – Banjo
    Ronnie McCoury – Mandolin & Background Vocals

    © 2003 McCoury Son Publishing (BMI). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.