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"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...

"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

"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

“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?

“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.

“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

“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?

“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

“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

“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

“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)

"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

"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