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Every MIle A Memory (2008)

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  • 1

    Free and Easy (Down the Road I Go)

    Free And Easy (Down The Road I Go)
    Written by Robbie Harrington, Rod Janzen, Brett Beavers and Dierks Bentley

    Pair of boots and a sack of clothes
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Hangin’ memories on the high line poles
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Free and easy down the road I go

    Ragweed’s rockin’ on the radio
    Free and easy down the road I go
    So I keep rollin’ like an old banjo
    Free and easy down the road I go

    Got the sun shinin’ on me like a big spotlight
    So I know everything is gonna be all right

    Ain’t no tellin’ where the wind might blow
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Livin’ life like a Sunday stroll
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Free and easy down the road I go

    If you only get to go around one time
    I’m gonna sit back and try to enjoy the ride

    I could make a million or wind up broke
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Can’t take it with you when you go so
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Someday I know it’s gonna take me home so

    Free and easy down the road I go
    Free and easy down the road I go

    Musicians:

    Steve Misamore – Drums
    Robbie Harrington – Bass
    Rod Janzen – Electric & Danelectro Guitar
    Tim Sergent – Pedal Steel Guitar
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar & Banjo
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Russell Terrell – Background Vocals

    ©2006 Home With The Armadillo Music, BMI/ Big White Tracks, ASCAP

  • 2

    Trying to Stop Your Leaving

    Trying To Stop Your Leaving
    Written by Jim Beavers, Brett Beavers and Dierks Bentley

    Got a guitar
    Got a guitar on my back
    And I’m standin’ on this lonesome railroad track
    Train’s a comin’
    It’ll be here ’fore too long
    But I don’t think I can stop it with a song
    Girl that’s kind of the way I’m feelin’
    Tryin’ to stop your leavin’

    Got a pebble
    Got a pebble in my hand
    And I toss it out into the middle of the Rio Grande
    But the river keeps runnin’
    Don’t even know that I’m around
    I could throw in a million more and not slow it down
    Girl that’s kind of the way I’m feelin’
    Tryin’ to stop your leavin’

    There’s nothin’ I wouldn’t try
    If I thought it would change your mind

    But you don’t love me

    No you don’t love me anymore
    And I know as soon as you walk out that door
    Train’s a comin,’ river’s runnin’
    Train’s a comin,’ river’s runnin’
    Pain’s a comin,’ tears are runnin’
    Yeah that’s kind of the way I’m feelin’
    Knowin’ I couldn’t stop your leavin’

    Musicians:

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

    ©2006 Cake Taker Music/ Sony/ATV Tree Publishing/ Home With The Armadillo Music, BMI/ Big White Tracks, ASCAP

  • 3

    Sweet & Wild

    Sweet & Wild
    Written by Radney Foster, Jay Clementi

    That first kiss shook me up
    It rattled my cage with a tender touch
    Sweet and wild, girl I could not get enough
    The grass was cool, we lost our minds
    Sharing secrets and a bottle of wine
    Lazy night, cotton dress
    Givin’ in to a warm caress
    Sweet and wild, girl I could not get enough
    Sweet and wild, taste of your love

    Taste of your love, gentle on my mind
    Taste of your love, sweet and wild as
    Berries from a summer vine
    I know the stars saw the spark
    Hopes and dreams tangled in the dark
    Sweet and wild, taste of your love

    Every breath fanned the flame
    Your warm body drove me insane
    And though it’s been years and miles
    I see that fire flicker in your smile
    Sweet and wild, girl I still can’t get enough
    Sweet and wild, boy I still can’t get enough
    Sweet and wild, taste of your love
    Sweet and wild
    Sweet and wild, taste of your love
    Sweet and wild

    Musicians:

    Steve Misamore - Drums
    Robbie Harrington - Bass
    Rod Janzen - Electric Guitar
    Tim Sergent - Steel Guitar
    Bryan Sutton - Acoustic Guitar & Banjo
    Sarah Buxton - Vocals
    Russell Terrell - Background Vocals Sarah Buxton appears courtesy of Lyric Street Records

    Universal-Polygram Int’l. Publishing, Inc. Spunker Songs (adm. by Universal-Polygram Int’l Publishing, Inc.) WB Music Corp./Mountain Morning Music (adm. by WB Music), ASCAP

  • 4

    Come a Little Closer

    Come A Little Closer
    Written by Brett Beavers and Dierks Bentley

    Come a little closer baby
    I feel like layin’ you down
    On a bed of sweet surrender
    Where we can work it all out
    There ain’t nothin’ that love can’t fix
    Girl it’s right here at our fingertips
    So come a little closer baby
    I feel like layin’ you down

    Come a little closer baby
    I feel like lettin’ go
    Of everything that stands between us
    And the love we used to know
    I want to touch you like a cleansin’ rain
    And let it wash all the hurt away
    So come a little closer baby
    I feel like lettin’ go

    If there’s still a chance then take my hand
    And we’ll steal away
    Off into the night ‘til we make things right
    The sun’s gonna rise on a better day

    Come a little closer baby
    I feel like strippin’ it down
    Back to the basics of you and me
    And what makes the world go ’round
    Every inch of you against my skin
    I wanna be stronger than we’ve ever been
    So come a little closer baby
    I feel like strippin’ it down

    Come a little closer baby
    Just a little bit closer baby
    Come a little closer baby
    I feel like layin’ you down

    Musicians:

    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar & Banjo
    Steve Sheehan – Acoustic Guitar
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Gary Morse – Sho-Bud Pedal Steel Guitar
    Russell Terrell and Lona Heins - Background Vocals

    ©2005 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing, BMI/ Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing, ASCAP

  • 5

    How Am I Doin'

    How Am I Doin’
    Written by Dierks Bentley

    It's strange to hear your voice
    I did not expect for you to call
    You wonder how I'm doing
    How I'm holding up since you did me wrong

    Well, how am I doin' since you did
    What you done to me
    I can't lie I sometimes cry
    When I think of how it used to be
    I keep my friends with me, I stay busy
    And I don't get much sleep, baby
    That's how I'm doin' since you did
    What you done to me

    Well now wait one minute, I
    Failed to mention those
    Tears I cry are tears of joy
    Because it was no fun there
    Under your thumb and
    Now that we're done i'm
    Gettin' right every night
    With every single ever-lovin' girl in sight, so

    Well when all my friends heard what a
    You know what you were they
    Took me out on the town
    But then I heard our song and
    I danced along but
    It felt all wrong 'cause
    She was sweet, she let me lead
    She never took her ever-lovin' eyes off me so

    Well I don't know what you were thinkin'
    Runnin' 'round on me
    Now you say you're sorry
    Well honey I agree...so

    How are you doin' since you did
    What you done to me
    Girl don't lie you know you cry
    ’Cause you know how good it used to be
    Yeah, tell me does the thought of
    Losin' my true love make it hard to sleep, baby
    How are you doin' since you did
    What you done to me

    Yeah, how are you doin', now that you know
    How i'm doin' since you did

    What you done to me

    Musicians:

    Steve brewster - drums
    Jimmy carter - bass
    Steven sheehan - acoustic guitar
    Bryan sutton - acoustic guitar
    J.t. corenflos - electric guitar
    Mike johnson - steel guitar
    Glen duncan - fiddle
    Russell terrell - background vocals

    @2003 skronk bonk tunes, bmi/ sony/atv tunes llc dba cross keys publishing co., ascap

  • 6

    Every Mile a Memory

    Every Mile A Memory
    Written by Steve Bogard, Brett Beavers and Dierks Bentley

    Country roads old theater marquee signs
    Parkin’ lots billboards flyin’ by
    Spanish moss little hick town squares
    Wild roses on a river bank
    Girl it’s almost like you’re there

    Every mile a memory
    Every song another scene
    From some old movie goin’ back in time to you and me
    Every day a page turned down
    Every night a lonesome sound
    Like a freight train rollin’ through my dreams

    Every mile a memory

    Red sundown out across the western sky
    Takes me back to the fire in your eyes
    Texas stars in a purple night
    Not seein’ ‘em with you baby
    Oh they never do look right no

    Funny how no matter where I run
    ‘Round every bend I only see
    Just how far I haven’t come

    Every mile a memory
    Every mile a memory

    Musicians:

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

    ©2006 Ensign Music LLC/Rancho Papa Music/ Home With The Armadillo Music, BMI/Big White Tracks, ASCAP

  • 7

    My Last Name

    My Last Name
    Written by Harley Allen, Dierks Bentley.

    I learned how to write it when I first started school
    Some bully didn't like it, he said it didn't sound too cool
    So I had to hit him and all I said when the blood came
    It's my last name

    Grandpa took it off to europe to fight the germans in the war
    It came back on some dog tags nobody wears no more
    It's written on a headstone in the field where he was slain
    It's my last name

    Passed down from generations too far back to trace
    I can see all my relations when i look into my face
    May never make it famous but i'll never bring it shame
    It's my last name

    Daddy always told me far back as I recall
    Son, you're part of somethin', you represent us all
    So keep it how you got it, as solid as it came
    It's my last name

    So darlin' if you're wonderin' why I've got you here tonight
    I wanna be your husband, I want you to be my wife
    I ain't got much to give you but what i've got means everything
    It's my last name
    Oh, it's my last name

    I learned how to write it when I first started school

    Musicians:

    Steve Brewster - drums
    Jimmy Carter - bass
    Steven Sheehan - acoustic guitar
    Bryan Sutton - mandolin
    J.t. Corenflos - electric guitar
    Mike Johnson - steel guitar & dobro
    Glen Duncan - fiddle
    Russell Terrell - background vocals

    c2002 coburn music, inc., bmi/ sony/atv tunes, llc dba cross keys publishing co., ascap

  • 8

    Lot of Leavin' Left to Do

    Lot Of Leavin’ Left To Do
    Written by Deric Ruttan, Brett Beavers and Dierks Bentley

    These old boots still got a lot of ground they ain’t covered yet
    There’s at least another million miles under these old bus treads
    So if you think I’m gonna settle down, I’ve got news for you
    I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do

    And as long as there’s a song left in this old guitar
    This life I’m bound to lead ain’t for the faint of heart
    So you won’t fall for me if you know what’s good for you
    ’Cause I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do

    Guess the Lord made me hard to handle
    So lovin’ me might be a long shot gamble
    So before you go and turn me on
    Be sure that you can turn me loose
    ’Cause I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do

    Girl, you look like you might be an angel, so I won’t lie
    I could love you like the devil, if you wanted me to tonight
    And we could talk about forever for a day or two
    But I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do

    Yeah I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do

    Musicians

    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar, Banjo
    Steve Sheehan – Acoustic Guitar
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Gary Morse – Sho-Bud Pedal Steel Guitar
    Russell Terrell - Background Vocals

    ©2004 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing, BMI/Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing, ASCAP

  • 9

    With the Band

    With the Band
    Written by Jim Beavers, Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley

    My daddy hated that rock and roll
    So I know I wasn’t supposed to go
    To that loud devil music show
    But I wound up in the snake pit with my best friend
    And when the lights went up
    We both decided that we’d try our luck
    Gettin’ back to where the real show was
    We were backstage, underage, hangin’ with the drummer
    When a big dude attitude grabbed me by the collar
    I looked at him and said it’s all good brother

    I’m with the band
    Hired on as a local stage hand
    The one in charge of the microphone stands
    And the lead singer told me to get the one
    In his dressing room
    We might even have a beer or two
    Don’t worry ‘bout the backstage pass, man it’s cool
    I’m with the band
    I can’t believe that we made it this far
    Country singing bangin’ loud guitars
    The biggest stages to the smallest bars
    We were cold-beer drinkin’, what was I thinkin’
    Just the other night
    Had the after-party rockin’ just right
    This little country girl caught my eye
    She was backstage, legal age hangin’ with the drummer
    When a big-dude attitude grabbed her by the collar
    I looked at him and said it’s all good brother

    She’s….
    Well tomorrow it’s another town
    But you know we love a party crowd
    So if you got the right stuff, we’ll meet you on the bus
    But you better get the lingo down
    Just tell ‘em that you’re with the band
    Hired on as a local stage hand
    You know we got a lot of microphone stands
    And the lead singer told you to get the one in his dressing room
    We might even have a beer or two
    Don’t worry ‘bout the backstage pass, y’all it’s cool
    You’re with the band
    You’re with the band
    You’re with the band

    Musicians:

    Steve Misamore - Drums
    Robbie Harrington - Bass
    Rod Janzen - Electric Guitar
    Tim Sergent- Steel Guitar
    Bryan Sutton - Acoustic Guitar & Banjo
    Gary Morse - Lap Steel
    Greg Mangum - Texas Bull Bell
    Russell Terrell, Brett Beavers, Jim Beavers, Greg Mangum, Luke Wooten - Background Vocals

    Home With The Armadillo Music/Sony/ATV Tree Publishing/Joseybixtunes, BMI/Big White Tracks Music, ASCAP

  • 10

    Settle for a Slowdown

    Settle For A Slowdown
    Written by Tony Martin, Brett Beavers and Dierks Bentley

    I must look just like a fool, here in the middle of the road
    Standin’ there in your rearview, gettin’ soaked to the bone
    This land is flat as it is mean, a man can see for a hundred miles
    So I’m still prayin’ I might see, the glow of the brake light

    But your wheels just turn, down the road ahead
    If it hurts at all, you ain’t showed it yet
    I keep lookin’ for the slightest sign
    That you might miss, what you left behind
    I know there’s nothin’ stoppin’ you now
    But I’d settle for a slowdown

    I held on longer than I should, believin’ you might change your mind
    And those bright lights of Hollywood, would fade in time

    But your wheels just turn, down the road ahead
    If it hurts at all, you ain’t showed it yet
    You’re just a tiny dot, on that horizon line
    Come on tap those brakes, baby just one time
    I know there’s nothin’ stoppin’ you now
    I’m not asking you to turn back around
    I’d settle for a slowdown
    Come on just slowdown
    I’d settle for a slowdown

    Musicians:

    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Steve Sheehan – Acoustic Guitar
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar, Danelectro
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Gary Morse – Sho-Bud Pedal Steel Guitar
    Aubrey Haynie - Fiddle
    Russell Terrell and Lona Heins - Background Vocals

    ©2005 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing/ Goldwatch Music (adm. by Sony/ATV Music Publishing), BMI/ Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing, ASCAP

  • 11

    What Was I Thinkin'

    What Was I Thinkin'
    Written by Deric Ruttan, Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley

    Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
    Her daddy had a heart like a nine-pound hammer
    Think he even did a little time in the slammer
    What was I thinkin'
    She snuck out one night and met me by the front gate
    Her daddy came out wavin' that twelve gauge
    We tore out the drive he peppered my tailgate
    What was I thinkin'
    Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay
    But that crossed my mind a little too Late...'cause I was

    Thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top sittin' right
    There in the middle by me
    I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss man just gotta Get
    Goin' where the night might lead
    I know what I was feelin'
    But what was I thinkin'...what was I thinkin'

    By the county line the cops were nippin' on our heels
    Pulled off the road and kicked it in four-wheel
    Shut off the lights and tore through a corn field
    What was I thinkin'
    Out the other side she was hollerin' faster
    Took a dirt road had the radio blastin'
    Hit the honky tonk for a little close dancin'
    What was I thinkin'
    Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay

    But that crossed my mind a little too late...'cause I was

    When a mountain of a man with a "born to kill" tattoo
    Tried to cut in i knocked out his front tooth
    We ran outside hood-slidin' like bo duke
    What was I thinkin'
    I finally got her home at a half past too late
    Her daddy's in a lawn chair sittin' on the driveway
    Put it in park as he started my way
    What was I thinkin', oh what was I thinkin', oh what was I thinkin'
    Then she gave a come-and-get-me grin
    and like a bullet we were gone again....'cause I was

    Musicians:

    Steve Brewster - drums
    Jimmy Barter - bass
    Steven Sheehan, Bryan Suttonacoustic - guitar
    J.t. Corenflos - electric guitar
    Glen Duncan - fiddle
    Randy Kohrs - dobro
    Bryan Sutton - banjo
    Russell Terrell - background vocals

    c2002 sony/atv songs llc dba tree publishing co., bmi/ sony/atv tunes, llc dba cross keys publishing co., ascap

  • 12

    Long Trip Alone

    Long Trip Alone
    Written by Steve Bogard, Brett Beavers and Dierks Bentley

    It’s a long trip alone over sand and stones
    That lie along the road that we all must travel down

    So maybe you could walk with me a while
    And maybe I could rest beneath your smile
    Everybody stumbles sometimes and needs a hand to hold
    ‘Cause it’s a long trip alone

    It’s a short piece of time but just enough to find
    A little peace of mind under the sun somewhere

    So maybe you could walk with me a while
    And maybe I could rest beneath your smile
    You know we can’t afford to let one moment pass us by
    ‘Cause it’s a short piece of time

    And I don’t know where I’d be without you here
    ‘Cause I’m not really me without you there

    Yeah Yeah
    Hallelujah hallelujah oh

    So maybe you could walk with me a while
    Maybe I could rest beneath your smile
    Everybody stumbles sometimes and needs a hand to hold

    So maybe you could walk with me a while
    Maybe I could rest beneath your smile
    Maybe I could feel you right beside me ‘til I’m home
    ‘Cause it’s a long trip alone

    Musicians:

    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Gary Morse – Pedal Steel Guitar
    Aubrey Haynie – Fiddle
    Russell Terrell – Background Vocals

    ©2006 Ensign Music/ Rancho Papa Music/ Home With The Armadillo Music, BMI/ Big White Tracks, ASCAP

  • 13

    So So Long (Live)

    So So Long
    Written by Jim Beavers, Brett Beavers and Dierks Bentley

    Girl I caught you in your little white lie
    Red handed, red handed
    You said you had to work tonight
    But here you are dancin’, slow dancin’
    In this honky tonk with someone else
    And all you got to say for yourself is so…so? I’m sorry, so?

    So, so long, bye bye baby
    I’ll catch you on the flip side maybe, don’t you
    Slip slide on a tear when you find me gone
    Go go on, cry crybaby
    Those tears are gonna drip dry maybe
    But you’re gonna miss my good love baby
    For so so long
    So so long

    Let me buy you a goodbye drink
    Make it a double, a double
    ‘Cause I’ve seen everything I need to see
    You’re nothin’ but trouble, big trouble
    And one other thing before I go
    I wanna tell you that I think you’re so…so…so…aw, I ain’t gonna sink that low

    I bet you think I’m gonna let it slide
    The way you’re flashin’ me those puppy dog eyes
    Right?....yeah right…right?...wrong

    So so long
    So so long

    Musicians:

    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Steve Sheehan – Acoustic Guitar
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Gary Morse – Sho-Bud Pedal Steel Guitar
    Aubrey Haynie - Fiddle
    Russell Terrell and Lona Heins - Background Vocals

    ©2005 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing/ Skronk Bonk Tunes (adm. by Sony/ATV Music Publishing), BMI/Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing, ASCAP

  • 14

    Come a Little Closer (Live)

    Come A Little Closer
    Written by Brett Beavers and Dierks Bentley

    Come a little closer baby
    I feel like layin’ you down
    On a bed of sweet surrender
    Where we can work it all out
    There ain’t nothin’ that love can’t fix
    Girl it’s right here at our fingertips
    So come a little closer baby
    I feel like layin’ you down

    Come a little closer baby
    I feel like lettin’ go
    Of everything that stands between us
    And the love we used to know
    I want to touch you like a cleansin’ rain
    And let it wash all the hurt away
    So come a little closer baby
    I feel like lettin’ go

    If there’s still a chance then take my hand
    And we’ll steal away
    Off into the night ‘til we make things right
    The sun’s gonna rise on a better day

    Come a little closer baby
    I feel like strippin’ it down
    Back to the basics of you and me
    And what makes the world go ’round
    Every inch of you against my skin
    I wanna be stronger than we’ve ever been
    So come a little closer baby
    I feel like strippin’ it down

    Come a little closer baby
    Just a little bit closer baby
    Come a little closer baby
    I feel like layin’ you down

    Musicians:

    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar, Banjo
    Steve Sheehan – Acoustic Guitar
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Gary Morse – Sho-Bud Pedal Steel Guitar
    Russell Terrell and Lona Heins - Background Vocals

    ©2005 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing, BMI/ Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing, ASCAP

  • 15

    Lot of Leavin' Left to Do...

    Lot Of Leavin’ Left To Do
    Written by Deric Ruttan, Brett Beavers and Dierks Bentley

    These old boots still got a lot of ground they ain’t covered yet
    There’s at least another million miles under these old bus treads
    So if you think I’m gonna settle down, I’ve got news for you
    I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do

    And as long as there’s a song left in this old guitar
    This life I’m bound to lead ain’t for the faint of heart
    So you won’t fall for me if you know what’s good for you
    ’Cause I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do

    Guess the Lord made me hard to handle
    So lovin’ me might be a long shot gamble
    So before you go and turn me on
    Be sure that you can turn me loose
    ’Cause I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do

    Girl, you look like you might be an angel, so I won’t lie
    I could love you like the devil, if you wanted me to tonight
    And we could talk about forever for a day or two
    But I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do

    Yeah I still got a lot of leavin’ left to do

    Musicians:

    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar, Banjo
    Steve Sheehan – Acoustic Guitar
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Jimmy Carter – Bass
    Steve Brewster – Drums
    Gary Morse – Sho-Bud Pedal Steel Guitar
    Russell Terrell - Background Vocals

    ©2004 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing, BMI/ Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing, ASCAP

  • 16

    Wish It Would Break (Live)

    Wish It Would Break
    Written by Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley

    That old picture frame keeps hangin' 'round
    Cause I ain't ready yet to take it down
    But every now and then i'll slam the door
    Shake it loose and she'll hit the floor
    But I can't throw a good thing away
    I wish it would break

    And I swear my truck's got a haunted radio
    'Cause I hear you in every song
    But I know what the silence makes me do
    So I keep givin' those buttons more abuse
    I wonder how much punchin' it can take
    I wish it would break

    Then I could move on right on
    Down the line
    Where I don't see you need you
    in my life
    But you're wrapped around me
    Your memory's bound me like a chain
    I wish it would break

    And this old heart of mine's got a mind of its own

    And it's decided not to let you go
    Even though your love's no longer here
    It won't let me shed one tear
    'Cause it's still holdin' on to yesterday
    I wish it would break

    I wish it would break
    I wish it would break
    Go on and break

    Musicians:

    Steve Brewster - drums
    Jimmy Carter - bass
    Steven Sheehan, Bryan Sutton - acoustic guitar
    Bryan Sutton - mandolin
    J.t. Corenflos - electric guitar
    Mike Johnson - steel guitar
    Glen Duncan - fiddle
    Wes Hightower, Lona Heinsbackground - vocals

    c2002 sony/atv songs llc dba tree publishing co., bmi/ sony/atv tunes, llc dba cross keys publishing co., ascap

  • 17

    Free and Easy
    (Down the Road I Go...)

    Free And Easy (Down The Road I Go)
    Written by Robbie Harrington, Rod Janzen, Brett Beavers and Dierks Bentley

    Pair of boots and a sack of clothes
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Hangin’ memories on the high line poles
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Free and easy down the road I go

    Ragweed’s rockin’ on the radio
    Free and easy down the road I go
    So I keep rollin’ like an old banjo
    Free and easy down the road I go

    Got the sun shinin’ on me like a big spotlight
    So I know everything is gonna be all right

    Ain’t no tellin’ where the wind might blow
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Livin’ life like a Sunday stroll
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Free and easy down the road I go

    If you only get to go around one time
    I’m gonna sit back and try to enjoy the ride

    I could make a million or wind up broke
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Can’t take it with you when you go so
    Free and easy down the road I go
    Someday I know it’s gonna take me home so

    Free and easy down the road I go
    Free and easy down the road I go

    Musicians:

    Steve Misamore – Drums
    Robbie Harrington – Bass
    Rod Janzen – Electric & Danelectro Guitar
    Tim Sergent – Pedal Steel Guitar
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar & Banjo
    J.T. Corenflos – Electric Guitar
    Russell Terrell – Background Vocals

    ©2006 Home With The Armadillo Music, BMI/ Big White Tracks, ASCAP