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ALL JACKED UP
GRETCHEN WILSON
All Jacked Up
Five of the PM rolls around, there’s a
little old joint outside of town
I only got time for a couple of beers and a juke
box song ringing in my ears
The next you know the bar tenders pouring, shots
are flowing, got me stoning
All I really know is that I should be going,
but I’m soaking from the moment
Am all jacked up, all jacked up
Don’t believe I’ve ever had this
much.
One thing I’ve learned when you get tore
up
Time sure flies when you’re all jacked
up
It was getting mighty close to nice o’clock,
what the hell I had one more shot.
Then I winked at a boy at the end of the bar,
guess I mighta musta gone a little too far.
Cause a big ole girl walked outta the blue, 10
foot 2 with a bad attitude
Stepped right up and knocked out my tooth, guess
I had it coming I deserved the due
Cos I was all jacked up, all jacked up,
Don’t believe I’ve ever had this
much.
One thing I’ve learned when you get tore
up
Don’t start no stuff when you’re
all jacked up.
Don’t have to go home but you can’t
stay here,
That’s what they said when I got my last
beer.
Oh my God, its 2 o’clock, I can’t
find my keys and my trucks locked
So I grabbed a tire tool and I broke my window,
hurt my elbow got me in though
Two foot later backed into the light pole, all
the town folk got a good choke
All jacked up, all jacked up
Don’t believe I’ve ever had this
much.
One thing I’ve learned when you get tore
up
Don’t drive you truck when you’re
all jacked up
Jacked up
(all jacked up, all jacked up)
oooooooooo
One thing I’ve learned when you get tore
up;
Don’t start no stuff when you’re
all jacked up.
One thing I’ve learned when you get tore
up……
Don’t drive your car
Don’t start no stuff in no bar
Hell I wouldn’t tell anybody where you
are
When you’re all jacked up
All Jacked up
All Jacked up
All Jacked up
Yeh yeh yeh yeh
California Girls
Well I ain't never had a problem with California
There's a lot of good women, Sacramento to Corona
But them Hollywood types, after a while wear
on ya
Strutin' around in their size zeros,
Skinny little girls no meat on thier bones
Never even heard of George Jones
CHORUS
Ain't you glad we ain't no California girls
Ain't you glad there's still a few of us left,
who know how to rock your world
Ain't afraid to eat fried chicken and dirty dance
to Merle
Ain't you glad we ain't no California girls
There ain't nothing wrong with plastic surgery
Well, Dolly Parton never looked so good to me
Everybody oughta be exactly who they want to
be
But that Paris Hilton gets under my skin
With her big fake smile and her painted on skin
Never had a chance at a real man
CHORUSx2
Full Time Job
I'm a mother, I'm a lover
A chef, a referee
I'm a doctor, and a chuffeur
Seven days a week
I ain't asking for a medal
Yeah I know you work too
I'd just like a little credit
Where credit is due
Chorus:
It's the hardest gig I've ever known
I work my fingers to the bone
Yeah the dishes and the diapers never stop
Lousy pay, there ain't no 401K
I know this may come as a shock
But this her's a full time job
Well I'm takin' a vacation
I could use a little fun
I'll be sipping on the silence
And soaking up the sun
I'm leaving you my apron
You can try it on for size
You said there's nothing to it
So I'm sure you'll be fine
Repeat Chorus
In a day or maybe two
You'll be changin' your tune
By then You'll be ready to drop
Workin' my full time job
This here's a full time job
Skoal Ring
Chorus:
Don't need no diamond ring
Don't want a bunch of bling bling
The only thing I really need
Is a man with a skoal ring
Don't have to be wined and dined
We can stay home every night
I can do without anything
Except a man with a skoal ring
He works a ten hour shift
And comes home right on time
He don't complain a bit
When I get out of line
He ain't rich and
He might have a little dirt on his hands
But that worn-out circle on his jeans
Makes him my kind of man
First 4 lines of Chorus
I've always been a bandit girl
And he's a long cut man
Somehow we still get along with
Different color cans
When that boy comes home from work
Smellin' like the farm
That berry blend on his lips
Still turns me on
Repeat Chorus
The one thing that gets to me
Is a man with a skoal ring
He Ain't Even Cold Yet
Look at her, my God she’s dancing out there
romancing in her new lover’s arms.
If he were here to see how she’s acting.
If he could hear her laughing it would break
his broken heart.
Cause he ain’t even cold yet. The tears
haven’t dried yet.
It’s not written in stone yet as far as
he is concerned.
He ain’t even cold yet, the fire’s
still burning
She laid his love to rest, showing no regrets,
Lord he ain’t even cold yet.
If he found out, Lord it would kill him.
Cause he is still living in yesterday
Whoever tells him that she is not grieving would
just be leaving flowers on his grave
But he ain’t even cold yet, the tears
have not dried yet.
It’s not written in stone yet, as far as
he is concerned.
He ain’t even cold yet, the fire’s
still burning.
She laid his love to rest, showing no regrets,
Lord he ain’t even cold yet.
She laid his love to rest, showing no regrets,
and he ain’t even cold yet.
One Bud Wiser
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Grand ole
Opry here in Nashville,
Tennessee. All the way from Pocahontas, Illinois,
it's Gretchen Wilson.
(Chorus:)
Well I'm one bud wiser than I was a minute ago.
I found an equalizer that makes his memory a
no show.
And I won't be jonesin' for his lovin' anymore,
cause I'm one bud wiser than I was a minute ago.
I dropped a quarter, played Golden Ring on the
jukebox.
Placed my order with the guy behind the bar.
And when he handed me a cold one, well I said, "Keep
the change, Darlin'."
And as I drank it down, I felt the healing start.
(Chorus)
When he left me, he took my brand-new Silverado.
I started thumbin' and I finally hitched a ride.
I just came in here to drink a beer and watch
the rednecks fight.
Now I don't feel so bad goin' home alone tonight.
(Chorus)
And I won't be jonsein' for his lovin' any more,
cause I'm one bud wiser than i was a minute ago.
Yes, I'm one bud wiser.
Politically Uncorrect
I'm for the low man on the totem pole
And I'm for the underdog God bless his soul
And I'm for the guys still pulling third shift
And the single mom raisin' her kids
I'm for the preachers who stay on their knees
And I'm for the sinner who finally believes
And I'm for the farmer with dirt on his hands
And the soldiers who fight for this land
Chorus:
And I'm for the Bible and I'm for the flag
And I'm for the working man, me and ol' hag
I'm just one of many
Who can't get no respect
Politically uncorrect
I guess my opinion is all out of style
Aw, but don't get me started cause I can get
riled
And I'll make a fight for the forefathers plan
And the world already knows where I stand
Repeat Chorus
Nothing wrong with the Bible, nothing wrong
with the flag
Nothing wrong with the working man me & ol'
hag
We're just some of many who can't get no respect
Politically uncorrect
Politically uncorrect
Rebel Child.....
Rebel Child, won’t you
heed my warning…
One of these days the rain will come pouring
Some of those sunshine blue, sky mornings…might
just turn to gray
I understand, why you do the things you do
There was a time, when I was just like you
I know right now, you think you know it all
There’s no way that you can break, no way
you can fall
Rebel Child, won’t you heed my warning
One of these days the rain will come pouring
Some of those sunshine blue, sky mornings, might
just turn to gray…
Cuz I’ve been there and I know what your
thinking
You’re flying high but someday you’ll
blink and
That cloud you're on will just start sinking
Don’t wait ‘til it’s too late.
Oh, oh, oh Rebel Child
I know you can’t learn from my mistakes
You got your own… roads you gotta take
And they might look… like they’re
paved with gold
Just remember that you’ll have to reap… all
the seeds you sow
Rebel Child, won’t you heed my warning…
One of these days the rain will come pouring…
Some of those sunshine blue, sky mornings might
just turn to gray…
I’ve been there and I know what your thinking
You’re flying high, but someday you’ll
blink and
That cloud you're on will just start sinking
Don’t wait ‘til it’s too late.
Oh, oh, oh Rebel Child
Oh, oh, oh Rebel Child
Keep your feet on the ground, one on eye on
heaven
Do a lot of forgiving, not much forgetting
And remember life is one big lesson
Rebel Child won’t you heed my warning…
One of these days the rain will come pouring…
Some of those sunshine blue, sky mornings might
just turn to gray…
I’ve been there and I know what your thinking
You’re flying high but someday you'll blink
and
That cloud you're on will just start sinking
Don’t wait ‘til it’s too late.
Oh, oh, oh Rebel Child
Oh, oh, oh Rebel Child
Oh, oh, oh Rebel Child
Raining On Me
I've Been Chasin' Rainbows All My Life
Still Haven't Found That Pot Of Gold
Send My Prayers To Heaven Every Night
Just Close My Eyes And Let 'Em Go
Ooooohhhh....
Seems Like Everybody
Has Got One Up On Me
Someone Tell Me
What I'm 'Spose To Do
Why Does The Sun Always Shine
On The Other Side, On The Other Side
Why Does It Always Have To Be All Rainin'
Always Rainin' On Me
Seems Like I've Been Standin'
Under The Clouds And Its Always Been That Way
There Aint No Silver Linin' To Be Found
Everywhere I Look Its Just Another Shade Of Grey
Ooooohhh Yes It Is
And I Don't Know Why
And I Don't Know When
And I Don't Know Where
To Begin
Ooooohhh Why Does The Sun Always Shine
On The Other Side, On The Other Side
Why Does It Always Have To Be All Rainin'
Always Rainin' On Me
I Know Theres A Rainbow Hidin' Just Beyond The
Clouds
I Keep On Keepin' On
Aint Gunna Let It Get Me Down
I Wont Let It Get Me Down
Why Does The Sun Always Shine
On The Other Side, On The Other Side
Why Does It Always Have To Be All Rainin'
Always Rainin' On Me
Always Rainin' On Me
Always Rainin' On Me
Always Rainin' On
Yeah It's Always Rainin' On Me
Not Bad For A Bartender
I stood behind that bar til' closing time
I served cold beer, warm whiskey and rot-gut
wine
Now I'm up here on the stage
everybody knows my name
and I can't believe how long they wait in my
autograph line
Chorus:
Not bad for a bartender
or an eighth grade education
Pretty good for a back woods girl, who had to
make it on her own
I'm on the stools out in bar these days buying
everyone a round
Ain't it funny how the tables turned
Not bad for a bartender
Swinging doors and cleaning floors is all I'd
ever known
Then out of nowhere somehow I found my yellow
brick road
So when you're broke and paying dues,
look at me I'm living proof
And if there's hope for me,
I know there's hope for you
Repeat Chorus
I'm on the stools out in bar these days buying
everyone a round
Ain't it funny how the tables turned
Not bad for a bartender
Ain't it funny how the tables turned
Not bad for a bartender
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