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Tabasco & Sweet Tea
Jaren Johnston, Alysa Vanderheym, Ben Burgess
Every kiss a hundred thousand degrees
Burn ya up, burn ya up, week in the knees, that good heat, mmmm, yeah
Every touch, ice cream,
I’m talkin’ Blue Bell, hot fudge, you know what I mean, that good sweet, mmmm
She’s hotter than Tabasco, I’m talking barefoot black top down in Daytona
Such a southern little sizzle, you can fry an egg on it
She’s sweeter than the sweet tea that Mamaw made, straight sugar water
Makes me wanna lay her down, put some sugar on her
When God made my baby, well, He must have been rockin’
That bartender upstairs made one hell of a concoction
For me – she’s Tabasco and sweet tea
Well, she’s spicy like that jerky got from Buccee’s down in Texas
So delightful like that coconut, hanging in my Lexus
Not that new car smell, I’m talkin’ Tropicana
She got a mean little temper like a pit bull on a chain
But when she loves she loves like that sugar cane
And I can tell this shit is forever
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Stop That Girl
Jaren Johnston, Neil Mason, James McNair
Seven numbers on a matchbook burnin’ me up
Well, I’m a large mouth hangin’ on a bass hook and you reelin’ me up
I’m like, what you drinkin’? Whiskey, I’m a thinkin’ – OK
When you walk in a Suki lookin’ that good, I’m a fill yo cup
Ya better stop that girl if ya don’t want a country boy fallin’ in love
Ya better stop that girl, put a red light on her, slow it down, sho nuff
I’m talkin’ good God Almighty, movin’ and groovin’,
them Daisy Dukes are so tighty
Ya better stop that girl, who’m I kidding?
Once we get to kissing, heart beat hitting, ain’t no quitting, hope ya don’t
Stop that girl
God forbid they throw another quarter in the juke box, shit, there goes the roof
Might have to take your hand and dance and show these moves off, yeah
Get to scootin’ some boots, you’re like Chattahoochee –
OK, shake that booty my way
Might even get it on on a table top in a corner booth
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Stop that girl
Stop that girl
Stop that girl
Stop that girl
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Head Over Wheels
Jaren Johnston
She’s got curves from the ground up
From the first day I seen her I was in love
Candy apple lipstick red, honey, please
And black leather on her bench seat
I’m head over wheels for a Cadillac
That vroom, vroom, vroom give a heart attack
Take me for a ride, I’ll sit in the back
I’m head over wheels for a Cadillac, uh-huh
She moves slow, and then she speed up
Got a place right in the center for a my Solo cup
Wears a fuzzy dice necklace that I got for her in Texas
Automatic windows down when I puff, puff
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Sweet Southern Spirit
Jaren Johnston, Neil Mason
Yeah, is it in them cut offs, is it the whiskey on her lips
Is it the F-150 with a lift kit, is it the way she moves them hips
To fishin’ in the dark and Sweet Home Alabama
She got my heart
I want take her home and show my mamaw
When I’m with her I’m a watchin’ Lynyrd Skynyrd
Front and center sayin hell yeah, shake that thang
Make a fella wanna buy that pawn shop ring
It’s in her touch, it’s in her kiss
She on a country boy bucket list
She can cold beer it, John Deere it, Free Bird every lyric
In her hey y’all you can hear it
She got that sweet southern spirit
Sweet like molasses, sweet like tea
Sweet like honeysuckle, she’s sweet on me
Daddy must have been a fisherman, Mama must have been a cook
’Cause that lady and gentleman
Made a girl that make a bass put a lip on the hook
When I’m with her I’m a watchin’ Lynyrd Skynyrd
Front and center sayin hell yeah, shake that thang
Make a fella wanna buy that pawn shop ring
It’s in her touch, it’s in her kiss
She on a country boy bucket list
She can cold beer it, John Deere it, Free Bird every lyric
In her hey y’all you can hear it
She got that sweet southern spirit
Sweet like molasses, sweet like tea
Sweet like honeysuckle, she’s sweet on me
When I’m with her I’m a watchin’ Lynyrd Skynyrd
Front and center sayin hell yeah, shake that thang
Make a fella wanna buy that pawn shop ring
It’s in her touch, it’s in her kiss
She on a country boy bucket list
She can cold beer it, John Deere it, Free Bird every lyric
In her hey y’all you can hear it
She got that sweet southern spirit
Sweet like molasses, sweet like tea
Sweet like honeysuckle, she’s sweet on me
Road Soda
Jaren Johnston, Neil Mason
Well, hey, girl, let me get the door
Hope on in and get the bench seat warm
This is Jimmy the driver
Take us where you wanna go
Thing purrs like a tiger when he put the pedal to the floor
Girl, you look thirsty, well, I cam prepared
Ain’t nothing worse than no buzz when we get there
Tell me do you like whiskey? If you do you’re in luck
Go and lay a kiss on me, let me fill your cup
Tonight we’re just backseat singing in a drop top up
On Goodyears drinkin’ a little Jack on ice
Slide on over let me hold ya, I ain’t no chauffeur
But I can keep it in the road soda
Hey, Jimmy, watch the rumble strips
Just topped it off, don’t wanna spill a drip
Turn it loud, some Paycheck Johnny
Might even smoke a little marijuanny
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Bridges
Jaren Johnston, Neil Mason, Frank Rogers
One’ll take you straight to losing your money
One’ll straight to losing your time
One’ll take you to that hot little number that sure gonna blow your mind
And one’ll lead you to that heartbreak city
One to a little bit of rain
And one’ll take you straight to the promised land, one’ll take you down in flames
I’m talkin’ ’bout bridges, some are up high, hangin’ on by a thread
Bridges, some are down low, anchored down in the bed rock
You’ve got to make your decision
Bridges, we live, we learn, which ones to cross, which ones to burn
She was a blonde tightrope over troubled water
I almost made it across
It hurt like hell when I hit the bottom but oh what a hell of a fall
But she was a swingin’ shakey little achy breaky
Shouda known to turn around
But if I hadn’t taken that walk on the wild side
I wouldn’t know what I know now
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Well, sometimes it’s hard to know which way to turn, which way to go
And there’s angels waitin’ up on the mountain with demons in the water below
But it’s Friday night and girl I like that crazy there in your eye
So baby, what’s your name, baby, won’t you take me over to the other side
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Bridges
Bridges
Devil's Lettuce
Jaren Johnston, Neil Mason
Looking at the clock and there a 4 and there’s a 20
Puts a smile up on my ’cause I got a little money
Been a long damn day and I need a little chill
And I’m trying not to drink and I’m laying off the pills
So I call up Stoney ’cause he’s heavy on the scale
And he’s got freshy fresh called purple fairy tale
And we rally up the troops and put a record on the spinner
Bob Marley, yeah, that’s a winner
Ooh, puff puff pass, hit it, blow it out, just like that
Got the best homegrown from Tennessee to Texas
Getting higher than heaven on that devil’s lettuce
Ooh, gimme gimme gimme that
Ooh, gimme gimme gimme that
Ooh, gimme gimme gimme that devil’s lettuce
Looking at Bessie looking over at the lava lamp
She said it’s talking to me then she went and did a face plant
Onto the couch watching Dazed and Confused
With Billy and Jimmy, it was like a cartoon
Then we got a little munchie so we hopped up in the Cadillac
But not before we rolled a little spliff of shakey bakey swag
Where you wanna go? Best food in town
Scattered, smothered, Waffle House
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Crispy
Jaren Johnston
Yeah, Friday, 5:05 PM
I’m clockin’ out like a speed racer
Headin’ to the weekend
I’m gonna trade that John Deere for my F-150
Gonna call up Jimmy, Jessie, Amy and Britney
Y’all roll with me
I got a crispy like a fresh pack of Lay’s potatoes
’Bout to paint this town up with some work week dinero
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout 5 twenties or 2 fifties
Tonight Benjamin buyin’ that top shelf whiskey
Got a crispy
Crispy
Money
I feel like Janson, might buy a boat
Or a Yeti 110 or watch a cold beer float
Or take it down to Tootsies, throw it in the tip jar
’Cause the band is jammin’, they a workin’ real hard
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Money Ain't Shit
Jaren Johnston, Neil Mason, James McNair
Well, I was broke as a joke, no bank account commas
Hand me down boots, knock off Tony Lamas
It was paper plate dinner, box wine, chicken ramen
Smokin’ that cheap Bob Marley we be jammin’
But she had a thing for my swang and my guitar pickin’
She said our way of life is the good kinda livin’
Money ain’t shit if you ain’t got love
All that filthy rich don’t add up to much
If you ain’t spendin all your dollars on that hot little dime
Well, you’re out there wastin’ more than your time
’Cause money ain’t shit if you ain’t got love
Yeah, he got that Lamborghini but he ain’t got no bikini in the shotgun seat
Yeah, he got that private jet but he ain’t mile high clubbin’ yet
Well, buddy, that ain’t me, I’m in 24D, makin’ out with my honey
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Turn the Radio On
Jaren Johnston
Dollar bills – need ’em, kids – gotta feed ’em
Fans – greet ’em, horses – lead ’em
Backs – scratch ’em, no reaction
Just matter of factin’, songs need traction
It’s a long dirt road to the top if you don’t turn the radio on
It’s a long dirt road to the top if you don’t turn the radio on
You can’t turn it up if it ain’t on
So DJ play my fuckin’ song
House – can’t buy it, top shelf – can’t try it
Prevost – can’t ride it, I ain’t gonna lie
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DJ Voices: It’s 4 AM.
Uh, that was The Cadillac Three with “Play My Fuckin’ Song.”
Geez, Tom, probably not gonna hear that one again.
Oh no sirree, Bob.
You got that.
Jesus, I mean who do these fuckin’ guys think they are?
Ah, shit, did I just say--?
Tom, we’re live!
Sabbath on Cornbread
Jaren Johnston
Sabbath on cornbread,
Whiskey and weed,
Hank and the Grateful Dead
Some might call us a crossbreed
Some just call us the best there ever was,
There ever is, yeah, there ever will be
If you see the skull and crossbones comin’ your way, you in the place to be
Sticks and skins, slide and steel, a guitar man,
3 hippie hilbillies from Tennessee shootin’ to kill
Keepin’ it heavy, keepin’ it real
Better hide your woman ’cause me and the boys
We’s a lookin’ for a heart to steal
Best damn band in country you best believe
You ain’t never seen nothin’ like The Cadillac Three
Well, Nashville sure has changed a lot over the years
Cranes and condos and knockin’ down the studios and bars
Where we used to drink beer
But one thing you can bet your damn bottom dollar on, gonna stay the same
These 3 longhairs born and raised here gonna keep on changin’ the game
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