NEVER GOOD AT MATH Gotta be a hundred guys in here tonight That’s two hundred eyes on you Only one of us gonna get it right Ninety-nine are gonna lose A little courage gotta count for something So, girl, here goes nothing CH I got twenty dollars in my pocket Ninety minutes till they close Enough to buy a round or two After that nobody knows Let’s subtract these other guys Add a slow dance in that jukebox light Odds are that I don’t stand a chance But I was never good at math I was never good at math I swear I caught you lookin’ my way At least a dozen times There’s a million reasons I should just walk away But girl I can’t count that high CHORUS repeat I got twenty dollars in my pocket Ninety minutes till they close Enough to buy a round or two After that nobody knows Let’s subtract these other guys Girl, I’ll make that smile multiply Odds are that I don’t stand a chance But I was never good at math I was never good at math
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I'll Get Over You When the stars over Texas are no longer burnin bright When the Mighty Mississippi has all run dry When Jesus comes back one day, when the sun becomes the moon Maybe that’s when I’ll get over you CH I have good days and bad days But they’re always want you back days Some scars time can’t heal Try to hide the hurt behind me But your memory always finds me Ain’t no escapin’ how I feel When husbands are always right and wives are always wrong When I hear somethin better than a good ol Waylon song When every politician just up and tells the truth Maybe that’s when I’ll get over you (BREAKDOWN) CH When a man can go back in time, undo his mistakes When he realizes what he’s got before it’s way too late When a broken heart can fix itself just as good as new Maybe that’s when I’ll get over you Yeah, maybe that’s when I’ll get over you (BREAKDOWN)
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I’m On It (Leslie Bowe/Kelly McKay/Brad McKinney) V1 If you wanna dance all night till we wear that dancefloor out Laugh so hard, can’t remember what we’re laughing about Be the first in line for last call at some downtown dive hole-in-the-wall If you wanna smile even brighter than you are right now….I’m on it CH I’m on it like a bee on honeysuckle vine Like a label on a bottle of sweet red wine Like a needle droppin on an old 45, goin round and round Whatever you want Whatever you need, baby I’m your guy ‘n I’m gonna try to make sure you got it Yeah girl I’m on it V2 If you wanna be kissed by lips that are dyin’ to kiss you slow Held by arms that never wanna let you go If you’re feeling like you’re falling fast, you’re not alone, I’ve got your back If you wanna know what love is n’ need somebody to show ya, I’m on it CH CH
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Wastin’ Stars Kyle Jackson-Rachky, Kelly McKay, Brad McKinney First chill of September Yeah, it’s pull-you-closer weather Could this night get any better, I can’t wait to find out Is this real or am I dreamin’ Girl, I can feel you breathin’ Wouldn’t change a damn thing even if I could somehow The sky’s so bright tonight A million chances to make a wish But I got it all When I got you in my arms like this Lyin’ back, kissin’ on the hood of my car It’s a perfect night for wastin’ stars Wastin’ stars I could throw a penny in a fountain Go four-leaf clover countin’ Blow all my candles out an’ you’re still all that I’d want Don’t know how I got so lucky What I did to make you love me But I swear that there ain’t nothing gonna top what we got CHORUS 2X
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Three Bars Ago You slammed the door so hard you knocked the pictures off the shelf And I’m pretty sure the neighbors heard the names you called me when you left Now I mighta cried a tear or three Over the loss of you and me But I wasn’t bout to sit around and forget you all my myself CH First stop was a Chili’s for some suds and wings Got to watch the big game on a hundred inch screen Then a few doors down I got my beer pong on Beat all of Delta Kappa, guess my game was strong Last stop, Jim’s Karaoke For some pretty good Prince and even better Bon Jovi There was a time I cared you let me go But baby that was three bars ago Now I got all these new friends and girl it’s all thanks to you And there’s a redhead on my arm rockin a lower back tattoo I’m the most popular guy in town tonight Never was a social butterfly But I finally found my wings way back on Fifth Avenue (where it all started with) REPEAT CH Now if you'da hit me up back then I might still be in your arms I remembered you after one or two but that third one was the charm REPEAT CH
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Us Against a Dive Bar Band Kyle Jackson-Rachky, Kelly McKay, Brad McKinney V I put a 10 in the bucket Asked the band to play somethin She would love to slow dance to They musta forgotten Cause they kept on rockin Tom Petty to Joplin to Bruce But it was Saturday night We weren’t goin’ down without a fight Yeah, we knew was only one thing we could do CH We held each other close In a world all our own Didn’t matter what song they were playin’ People started to stare Hell, we didn’t care Held on tight and kept right on swayin’ Out on the dance floor Movin’ slower and slower Her head on my shoulder We made our stand Oh… it was us against a dive bar band V They broke into Honky Tonk Women Thought you gotta be kidding The whole crowd was singing along The guitars were getting louder But when my arms are around her Everything sounds like a love song CH CH Contact: Brad McKinney mckinneybrad@gmail.com 859-893-8146
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V Might be the last one at the party I might wake up on the lawn Maybe I laugh a little too loud Come on a little too strong You might see me pulled over Blue lights flashin’ bright Cause when American Girl comes on I ain’t drivin’ 45 CH I’ve had my share of heartaches and broken bones But there ain’t no way I’ll watch myself grow old Without taking some chances, a few hard lessons Tryin’ some firsts without second guessin’ You can bet I’m gonna have some damn good stories to tell Yeah, this life ain’t gonna live itself Show me a bridge I’m gonna cross it See what’s on the other side Show me lips I’m gonna kiss ‘em Find out if it’s love this time There’s a front porch somewhere I’ll park my ass on someday But I’m still gonna keep the moon up all night Till they put me in the grave CHORUS 2X
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Country In My City Christen Cooper/Steve Smentek/Brad McKinney V1 This high rise skyline Traffic jams, stop lights Got me feeling homesick now Just strangers faces No open spaces Ain’t nothin’ like my town But when I’m with you I don’t feel all alone When I’m with you Yeah, ya take me right back home Chorus: You put the sweet in my tea The dirt on my jeans, The corn in my bread And the porch in my swing You’re the southern to my drawl The howdy to my y’all I need a little more you with me You put the country, the country in my city V2: You’re a Johnny Cash throwback John Deere ball cap In a sea of suits and ties You’re a bonfire tailgate Alabama mixtape I get a little slice of that country high With you It’s like walking down an old back road When I’m with you I’m back where the rooster crows REPEAT CHORUS With you I don’t feel alone Yeah you take me right back home REPEAT CHORUS
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CAN’T PUT INTO WORDS Leslie Bowe, Brad McKinney, Kelly McKay You can’t explain the magic of a sunset Or how a long slow kiss makes you feel inside You can’t explain what happens to your heart When you watch your baby girl walk for the first time Some things just leave you speechless Oh, those moments ya can’t put into words When that feeling hits you so deep like nothing else on earth There’s no way to describe it So don’t even try it That kinda silence is the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard Thank God for the moments ya can’t put into words When you hear a melody that goes straight to your soul When you’ve been praying hard and the answer finally comes When memories rush back driving by your childhood home When you look into her eyes and you know she’s the one CHORUS Yeah, some things just leave you speechless CHORUS
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She Hides it Well (Danny Myrick, Brad McKinney) V She’s like a Sunday Front pew every week, mornin’ kiss on the cheek sweet as honey Comin’ straight from a tupelo She’s a new breath of life, to this heart of mine, swear she’s heaven sent But when we turn out the lights, there’s another side to her innocence CH She’s got a smile That keeps me burnin’ wild Her come and get me eyes In the bedroom light Give away all her secrets inside Heaven knows How she touches me deep in my soul Almost angel like Like I’ve been Baptized She’s amazing and crazy as hell But she hides it well She hides it well (POST) Don’t nobody know like I know yeah it’s so hard to tell Don’t nobody know like I know cause I’m under her spell V She got that halo She takes off and she sets by the bed When she says baby let’s roll, we both Got nothin but time, this bottle of wine And a fire that’s ragin all night CH CH
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Steam (McKinney/Gelman/Hill) (Verse 1) Thought you were forbidden fruit Couldn't get a taste of you Really shows what I knew Figured no way we were the same But girl you set my mind right One Phoenix fall night Under a broken streetlight When we were thinkin’ the same damn thing Yeah, we were like… (chorus 1) Woah-oh-oh Overheatin’ backseatin’, teenage dreamin like Woah-oh-oh Lights droppin’, mirrors foggin, had me feelin right All sweat sin and skin for the first time You whispered baby keep your eyes on mine Woah-oh-oh Only You and me And a little bit of steam (verse 2) Baby now that we’re older We don’t pull over But things dang sure ain’t colder Since that Chevy and seventeen We still got that white heat And you know you still got me Just not in the backseat Fire up the shower do the same damn thing Yeah, we’ll be like… (chorus 2) Woah-oh-oh Plastic curtain’ll take a hurtin, late night scenin’ like Woah-oh-oh Lights droppin’, mirrors foggin’, get me feelin right All sweat sin and skin like the first time You’ll whisper baby keep your eyes on mine Woah-oh-oh Only You and me And a little bit of steam (ending chorus) Yeah, we'll be like Woah-oh-oh Overheatin’ backseatin’, teenage dreamin like Woah-oh-oh Plastic curtain’ll take a hurtin, late night scenin’ like Woah-oh-oh Lights droppin’, mirrors foggin’, get me feelin right All sweat sin and skin like the first time You’ll whisper baby keep your eyes on mine and Woah-oh-oh Only You and me And a little bit of steam (tag) Little bit of steam
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LET THE RECORD SHOW Leslie Bowe / Kelly McKay / Brad McKinney She don’t return my calls So I’m just climbing walls Listenin’ to this stack of vinyl Every song makes me remember Everything we had together But man, that goodbye felt so final Done all I can to get her back to me If I could just play her a memory, I’d… CHORUS Let the record show how good it was Before I went and screwed it up Bring those feelings ‘round again If I can’t convince her, maybe side B can A love like ours you don’t let go Let the needle drop and let the record show V2 Yeah, I’d play our breakdown song That time AAA took so long But we found something to do in the back seat Or the one from the liquor store that night we started dancin' right there in the checkout line If I could just remind her how it used to be, I’d… CHORUS 2X Contact: Brad McKinney mckinneybrad@gmail.com 859-893-8146
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BEST OF BOTH GIRLS Leslie Bowe, Brad McKinney, Kelly McKay Sometimes you try on a hundred dresses A million pairs of shoes And go hittin’ all the hotspots Sippin’ cocktails on the roof And sometimes you’re curled up on the couch with the dog In your PJs by 8 Bottle of screw cap wine Cussin’ the refs in the Preds game You got two sides, two sides CH Ever since the day we met Never know which one I’m gonna get Different as night and day and I like it that way Changing a tire or paintin’ your nails High top Chucks or 5-inch heels Beat up leather jacket or your momma’s pearls I’m a lucky man I got the best of both girls You’re the all-American girl next door That’s who everybody sees But the one that you are when we turn down the lights You save her just for me CHORUS You got two sides, two sides CHORUS Contact: Brad McKinney mckinneybrad@gmail.com 859-893-8146
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BEST SONG I EVER HEARD Leslie Bowe/Kelly McKay/Brad McKinney Your fingernails tapping on a glass of merlot High heels click-clackin’ everywhere that you go Your crazy little laugh, yeah I love that sound The way you hum when you're brushing your hair The way you sigh when I kiss your neck right there I hear beautiful music when you're around And I wanna CH Turn up the volume Sing it in the shower Play it on repeat Hour after hour Ain’t nothin’ sweeter gonna come from no speakers I was hooked from the very first word You’re the best song, best song I ever heard I love me some Motown, yeah I love the blues But girl you know I’m always tuned into you I know every part of you by heart I could listen to your lips on mine all day All you gotta do is whisper my name It don’t even matter where we are I just wanna REPEAT CH REPEAT CH
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The Movies Arkady Gelman/Brad McKinney/PJ Ju (ASCAP/Patricia Ju Publishing) Boy always gets the girl Ends up in a happy ending it’s a Fairytale world I was told to stop expecting every- Thing to be that good Ain’t no one do love like Hollywood Looks like, they were right CHORUS Our love is Deeper, deeper than a John Wayne sunset Hotter, hotter than Jack and Rose get Kissing slow, steaming up the windows Better, better than anything we’ve seen Ever, ever on a silver screen Yeah, they were right, this love ain’t like The movies Anywhere you are Is better’n any backlot Any old back road Makes the perfect backdrop For backseat loving Can’t beat our love it’s... CHORUS repeat 2x
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V1: I can tell you been jaded, it’s written all over your face If some loser left you, I’d gladly take his place I can lend a hand, understand, be Mister Clean when the ‘fit hits the shan’ Jack Of All Trades, that’s my middle name (hey!) CH: If you want a man who’s loving and strong Mister There-For-You, Mister Someone-To-Lean-On Whatever you need baby, you can call me My middle name is anything you want it to be V2: You might not be lonely, your heart might not be broke I don’t have to stay over, we can take it slow You got something needs fixin’, lips that need kissing, if you wanna talk, baby, I can just listen Johnny On The Spot, that’s my middle name (oh!) CH. If you want a man who’s loving and strong Mister There-For-You, Mister Someone-To-Lean-On Whatever you need baby, you can call me My middle name is anything you want it to be BRIDGE Call me crazy, call me maybe, oh just call me baby CHORUS If you want a man who’s loving and strong Mister There-For-You, Mister Someone-To-Lean-On Whatever you need baby, you can call me My middle name is anything you want it to be (you want it to be) It's what you want it to be, that's my middle name
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Rub Some Dirt (Gelman/McKinney/Prifti) (Verse 1:) Tipped my new bike on the gravel sat huggin my scraped up knee Tears runnin down like a faucet Daddy wipin em dry with his sleeve Then he scooped up a handful of earth said the best thing to do when you bleed (chorus) Rub some dirt on it Suck it up, hang tough Man up, man show your grit Brush it off, move on You'll be fine 'fore long Go on, bury the hurt Rub Some dirt (Verse 2) The only girl I ever loved waved goodbye from a bus last week Watched in the rain with my shades on You know it's real when it cuts this deep I'm still fightin through the pain Tell myself every day (Repeat chorus) Oh, Rub Some Dirt (Ending chorus) Rub some dirt on it Suck it up, hang tough Man you'll get through this Rub some dirt on it Suck it up, hang tough Man show your grit Brush it off, move on You'll be fine 'fore long Go on, bury the hurt Rub Some dirt Rub Some dirt (Outro)
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It's Goin Fast Enough Kelly McGrath, Brad McKinney, Marla Rubenstein V1 4th grade classroom looked just like a ballroom Balloons and streamers everywhere Fathers and daughters twisting and shouting Honey, you were the prettiest princess there Then the DJ picked a slow song out, you said “daddy we can go sit down I know you don’t like the slow ones” But I just pulled you close to me and smiled, you put your little feet on mine and I said “It’s goin’ fast enough” CHORUS - Pigtails, Barbie Jeeps and “Goodnight Moon” Become first dates and heartbreaks way too soon But I wanna take every minute and make another memory with it What’s the rush in growin’ up, it’s goin’ fast enough V2 You couldn’t wait to get your license Counted down the days ‘til the senior prom There were times I wished time would stand still But it just kept ticking on CHORUS repeat V3 This little church hall looks just like a ballroom White balloons and streamers everywhere Now it’s all I can do to walk down the aisle with you All I see is my little girl standing there CHORUS repeat
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We Got it Made Brad McKinney/AJ Gelman Verse 1 Poolside, sunfried in leaned back chairs cannonball yells, charcoal smells floatin in the air That backyard pools the backdrop to the picture perfect day when my buddy says hey, man you got it made (and I said) Chorus We got it made with our own two hands Hard work and a couple friends Blood sweat and nails on some hell hot summer days Worked longer than the sun Didn't stop till we got it done then we'd sit back kick back relax in the shade Saying man, we got it made Verse 2 You can bet it didn't get this way by chance I was twelve laying floors dad was teaching me more bout being a man Day'll come when I teach my son the same about how you get it made Repeat chorus Ending chorus: We got it made with our own two hands Hard work, a couple friends Blood sweat and nails on some hell hot summer days Yeah this perfect life you see wasn't built on Easy Street but now I sit back kick back relax in the shade Yeah I sit back kick back relax in the shade Saying man, we got it made Man, we got it made We got it made We got it made
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Live that Song lyrics Brad McKinney/Joel Wayne (Verse 1) We laid there on southern ground Feelin like we owned the whole damn town Just watchin the stars in that summer sky Breathin in the heat of that mid July Your momma told you girl you better not be comin home too late Just then those speakers started pumpin a little George Strait ...so you made her wait (chorus) Let's take it on back to that day Honey let that melody play put that baby on auto replay I wanna live that song with you Warm summertime breeze a blowin Them firefly tails a glowin Our jam on the radio and I wanna live that song with you (Verse 2) Fast forward one year, county fair In a ferris wheel about a million feet in the air That ol tub got stuck with us right up at the top You were scared to death so I pulled you in my arms Pretty little pulse a racin to the beat as the music played and the sounds of Sweet Home Alabama went runnin through our veins (Repeat chorus) (Bridge) Three simple chords and I'm right there by your side Ain't it funny how a little tune can turn back time (Repeat chorus) (Tag) Two hearts beating in three quarters time The best thing I've ever heard in my life I wanna live that song with you
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One more shot Brad McKinney (Verse 1) You said goodbye Last Saturday Said you'd had enough of my drunken no-good ways I eased the pain best way I knew how I spent every hour of every day in every bar in town and I threw down one, by one, by one, by one (chorus) One more shot of Johnny Black One more thought of what we had One more shot of Johnny Blue chased with one more memory of you Now God knows what I'll have to do To get one more shot with you (Verse 2) I can't wipe away your parting words No matter what I do They say hindsight's 20-20 I'm a living 40 proof Said "It's either me or the alcohol so make up your damn mind" Now I'm dealin with the choice I made one shooter at a time and I throw down One, by one, by one by one by one by one (repeat chorus) (Bridge) Now if I'm lookin to get back to what we had I won't find it in the bottom of this glass (repeat chorus) Tag Oh, one more shot One more shot with you
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BACKUP PLAN By Kelly McGrath, Brad McKinney, & Janine de Souza Verse 1: Just checked online, Hurricane Karl’s coming right on time Cancun ain’t gonna happen; Guess we should start unpackin’ Know you had your heart set on a tropical location But being stuck inside with you still feels like vacation Chorus Don't need sand, don't need waves You're as hot as the 3:00 sun, yeah Don't need tans, don't need shades We can still have a whole lotta fun, yeah Rain, rain, rain, rain Can’t wash away our chance For some heaven right here We gotta helluva of a backup plan Verse 2 High Life on ice, our own little slice of paradise Covered in coconut lotion, I like where this is goin’ Beach blanket spread out on that kitchen floor One kiss and I ain’t thinkin bout Cancun anymore Repeat Chorus Ending Chorus Don't need sand, don't need waves You're as hot as the 3:00 sun, yeah Who needs tans, Who needs shades We can still have a whole lotta fun, yeah Rain, rain, rain, rain Can’t wash away our chance For some heaven right here We gotta helluva of a backup plan Tag (Rain, rain, dont go away) (We can just stay inside and play) We gotta helluva of a backup plan Copyright © 2016 Kelly McGrath, Brad McKinney, & Janine de Souza Contact: Brad McKinney brad_mckinney_33@bellsouth.net 859-893-8146
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ALL HEAVEN BROKE LOOSE Kyle Jackson-Rachky, Brad McKinney, Kelly McKay I still remember that green dress that you were wearin’ You tried to hide your smile when you caught me starin’ That jazz band started playing Sinatra I spun you ‘round and ‘round said “baby I gotcha” Then you kissed me and didn’t let go That’s when things got out of control CH: All heaven broke loose Swaying with you One look in your eye And baby I saw the light Paradise was crashin’ all around us And there was nothing I could do but fall for you Fall for you All heaven broke loose Girl I swear that it’s a miracle I found ya No way I’d ever wanna do this life without ya Having an angel like you by my side Oh, it’s got me thankin’ God for that night CHORUS 2X
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“Finer Things” Writers: Brad McKinney, Les Bowe, and Hayden Cain Verse 1 You ain’t gonna find me drinking bubbly At some pinky up, crystal cup party Don’t fly/need first class, I love a cheap draft And a Prius just ain’t the car for me I don’t eat caviar on a big-ass yacht Give me a 2-stroke boat and a brown bag Never had an eye for the fancy life But girl, you’re changin’ all that, ‘cause Chorus Those emerald eyes and champagne smile Got this blue collar boy livin in style Now I’m thinkin’ bout limos and diamond rings Yeah girl when it comes to you I like the finer things Verse 2 Girl you make the living room feel like a ballroom When you’re slayin’ it, swayin’ to some vinyl Turn any dive bar into a five star Wherever we are, I get lost inside Chorus Those emerald eyes and champagne smile Got this blue collar boy livin in style Now I’m thinkin’ bout limos and diamond rings Yeah girl when it comes to you I like the finer things Bridge I’m a simple man, some things never change But I’m learning to love the high life a little more every day Chorus Those emerald eyes and champagne smile Got this blue collar boy livin in style Now I’m thinkin’ bout limos and diamond rings Yeah girl when it comes to you I like the finer things The finer things
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Lookin At Another Leaver V1 Somehow something I said, sparked a fire And everything burned down Now I’m standing here, on your porch And you’re shutting me out Girl I know you’ve had, a bad run, of runners But I'mma show you that, I ain’t just, another... Heartbreak— Who won’t stay… Ch You ain’t lookin at another leaver That ain’t me girl So if you’re waitin’ on a pair of tail lights That ain’t how it’s goin down tonight When it comes to us, I’m all in baby, gonna make you a believer— Yeah keep lookin’, girl You ain’t lookin’ at another leaver V2 Look a little deeper, into in my eyes And tell me whatcha find Girl this heart of mine’s the fightin kind And A woman like you Don’t belong in the rear view Br Look a little deeper Yeah look a little deeper... Ch
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Love Ya Like I Stole Ya Leslie Bowe, Brad McKinney, Jeff Roe V1: Red light, you slide Closer to me with that criminal smile Revvin me up like this 350 Chevy No words, light turns Hammer down feel the tires burn Like Bonnie and Clyde, girl are you ready CH: We’re gonna ride, like there’s blue lights behind us Ain’t no stoppin till we leave the world in our dust I got the nerve to handle those curves, Baby let me show ya Tonight I’m gonna love ya... Love ya like I stole ya V2: Blowin’ by, stop signs Ain’t no turnin back when we cross that line Gonna find a place to take it slower Some old, back road Cut the lights so nobody ever knows Let the seats back and let the night take over Repeat CH Repeat CH
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IF I COULD NAME THE STARS by Brad McKinney, Hal ODell, Stefan Xidas V1 If I could name the stars I’d name the first one after how we spent our first date We stayed out way past too late On the hood of my ol’ car If I could name the stars I’d name a bunch after that trip to Costa Rica Hot sand and cold sangria and every night was ours All these memories shootin’ by I could do this every night CH I’d chase the sun, rope the moon Yeah I’d shine ‘em up like new A million moments in the sky Every one a chance to get it right I’d name the closest two after me and you So we’d never be far apart If I could name the stars V2 If I could name the stars I’d save the best name for that big one shinin’ bright blue I saw it shinin’ right behind you The night I got down on one knee and There I found the missin’ piece to my heart REPEAT CH I’d chase the sun, rope the moon Yeah I’d shine ‘em up like new A million moments in the sky Every one a chance to get it right REPEAT CH If I could name the stars
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Nothin' Looks Good on You Marika Hallendy, Bill O'Hanlon, Brad McKinney V1 - Every jingle bell season you ask me what I want But I got everything I need and even more I don’t So baby don’t buy socks or fishin’ gear There’s only one thing I really want this year CHORUS: Whatcha say we get to playin some reindeer games That naughty list is gonna get a couple more names Do some mistletoe kissin' and see where it leads We can unwrap each other right in front of the tree This Christmas, nothin’ looks good on you Baby this Christmas, nothin’ looks good on you V2 - I didn’t write a letter to ol Saint Nick this time Cuz I had somethin’ a little risque in mind There’s some things he don’t need to know Cause if he ever finds out I’ll get a stocking full of coal CHORUS BRIDGE: Slippin’ off your silk stockings while the fire burns Baby you can bet this is one gift I won’t return CHORUS TAG Baby this Christmas, that nothin' looks good on you © 2018 Brad McKinney, Bill O’Hanlon, Marika Hallendy-Mallon, {SOCAN}, OHanlon and OHanlon Music, BMI
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OFF DAY Kyle Jackson-Rachky, Brad McKinney, Kelly McKay Sunrise pourin’ in through the blinds You’re wakin’ up next to me lookin’ so fine Makin’ me wish that we had just a little more time And you don’t seem like you’re in a rush To go fillin’ up them coffee cups Why don’t we let the early bird catch the worm, girl, without us Let’s take some time off, shut our minds off Hit that alarm off girl when it rings again Turn the phones off, slip our clothes off Knock the sheets right off the bed Yeah the world can wait It’s ok We’re just havin’ an off day We’re just havin’ an off day We can still be working on our to-do list First thing on it is a long slow kiss Why take the day on when takin’ it off feels like this CHORUS 2X Contact: Brad McKinney mckinneybrad@gmail.com 859-893-8146
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OUGHTA SEE IT FROM HERE (Brad McKinney/Selby Copeland/Leslie Bowe) V You’re thinkin your woke up like this face Is somethin you should hide But lemme tell ya girl, it don’t need a thing You don’t even have to try Perfect just the way you are Shouldn’t cover up a work of art Yeah you’re thinkin that you’re lookin like a hot mess Well girl, you got that half right CHORUS: From where I’m standing you’re like the north star Lighting up this room Monroe might’ve left her mark But she ain’t got nothin’ on you Don’t know why you don’t like what you see when you’re lookin in the mirror Cuz the view girl, damn, you oughta see it from here V There’s nowhere else I’d rather be I could stay here all day Seeing all of the things that you can’t see The things that you’d erase Girl, when I catch sight of you Your natural beauty shines right through Yeah believe me when I say CHORUS Betcha every day the sun can’t wait to rise Just to catch a glimpse of you peekin through /the blinds CHORUS
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LOCKED Trevor Martin, Brad McKinney, Steve Smentek First time our eyes locked Cliche, but my heart stopped When I saw your ocean blues You came over my way Before I got your last name I already knew From making out on the front porch Tryin’ to find the key to the front door I ain’t been the same since that day [CHORUS] You got my love You got my lips You got your hand in mine girl it’s a perfect fit You got my heart And every thought You hold the key to everything I got And girl, you got me locked, you got me locked Girl, you get me locked in on you Put some Mayer on and we just talked Time flew by and we got lost In our hometowns and high school memories And who’da known that we’d be best friends By the time the night came to an end Safe to say that we were meant to be [CHORUS] Yeah, yeah Girl, you get me locked in on you Yeah, yeah With every single little thing you do [CHORUS]
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Five Beers From Now (Laura Guill/Leslie Bowe/Brad McKinney) Five beers from now I’m gonna find the nerve to come on over Five beers from now Some liquid courage to get a little closer Five beers from now Wanna know whether your eyes are brown or blue Yeah, five beers from now Girl, I wanna know more about you CHORUS What’s your name? What’s your number? What you drinkin, want another? Are you single Are you taken Or is it complicated? I ain’t lookin for forever, no that ain’t what this is about Just wanna know where you see yourself five beers from now V2 Five beers from now Will you let me dance floor spin you ‘round Five beers from now Will we shut this ole dive bar down Five beers from now When we’re walkin out that door Will we call it a night Or will we call it something more? So.. CHORUS
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SONGS I GREW UP ON I take a left on Main Hear the church bells ring Driving through my hometown Hear that old screen door Swinging on the porch And the crickets when the moon comes out The music from the ice cream truck gets stuck In my head on summer nights That backyard creek singing me to sleep Takes me back to another time They’re the sounds that let me know I’m home Ain’t gonna hear ‘em on the radio But you won’t ever find a melody That does a better job reminding me Who I am, where I’m from Every little thing that I love They ain’t the kind that you can sing along But they’re the songs I grew up on Had a big ol’ pile Of scratched up vinyl Daddy handed down to me Loved to stay up late Listening to the Country greats But even they couldn’t beat Mama whistlin’ in the kitchen Baking peanut butter pie The marching band up in the stands On a homefield Friday night CHORUS 2X
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“ROCK IT MAN” Brad McKinney (BMI), IPI # 00724736827 V Thanked her for inviting me Wasn’t sure I’d get that call It was good to see her momma Man her nephew's gettin tall You shoulda seen the joy in Jenny’s face When that bouquet hit the air Wished her and Tommy all the luck They make a damn good pair But as they drove away to the sound of weddin bells Thought I’d give anything to go back and tell myself CH You’re gonna wanna be the one beside her Gonna want your dad as your best man Gonna want I dos, in front of God and all your friends I know you think that you ain’t ready But you better move while you still can Gotta stick a diamond on that hand Yeah, If you love her, ya better rock it man [POST] Rock it man Gotta stick a diamond on that hand I’d say boy, just take a shot It’s okay if you miss You’re gonna wanna wind up here But not like this CH (no POST) Funny how taillights And some tin cans on a string Can show you everything CH
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