LOSING BLOOD HURTS Written By: Travis Watson Bpm 145 V1 HOW DOES ONE RECOVER FROM THIS KIND OF LETTER FROM NOW ON THERE’S NO REASON TO CONTACT ME OR MY FAMILY AGAIN SUCH A DILEMMA OUR FAMILY SEVERANCE EASY TO FOLLOW THAT FAMOUS REFERENCE WORDS ARE WORDS UNTIL YOU WRITE THEM DOWN CHORUS LOSING YOU IN MY LIFE I’VE BEEN WANTING TO SAY IT CUTS LIKE A KNIFE LOSING BLOOD HURTS WHAT COULD FEEL WORSE IN TIME I FOUND NEW BLOOD THEY LOVE ME THE OLD AND NEW THEY’RE MY FAMILY NOW EASY TO SAY I LOVE THOSE CHOSEN FEW BUT LOSING BLOOD HURTS HOPE YOU KNOW I MEAN YOU V2 ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS PUT ASIDE YOUR WAY OR THE HIGHWAY ITS TIME TO GROW UP WE CAN DO IT NO DOUBT DON’T MAKE A FUSS WHO WAS RIGHT OR WRONG I’LL TAKE BLAME IF IT MAKES US LIVE LIFE AS ONE FAMILY CHORUS BRIDGE LOSING BLOOD HURTS LOSING BLOOD HURTS LOSING BLOOD HURTS Chorus SINCE LOSING YOU ALL MY LIFE I’VE BEEN WANTING TO SAY I FEEL IT DEEP INSIDE LOSING BLOOD HURTS WHAT COULD FEEL WORSE IN THIS LIFE I’VE FOUND NEW BLOOD WHO LOVE ME THE OLD AND NEW THEY’RE MY FAMILY NOW HERE TO STAY I LOVE THOSE CHOSEN FEW WHERE LOSING BLOOD HURTS HOPE YOU KNOW I MEAN YOU YES I MEAN YOU I’ll ALWAYS MEAN YOU
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OLD BOBS BACK YARD Andrew Shipp, Travis Watson V1 It’s just outta town But you’ll always see a lively crowd When you walk Through that door Sawdust scattered On the floor The smell of stale beer and Cheap perfume Fills the air V2 An old Jukebox hums a bluesy beat Ice Cold beer drowns that heat If you ever wonder where You’ll never see a frown You’ll always Find me down at Old Bobs Back Yard down at Old Bobs Back Yard Bar C I like my Whiskey neat My women Dirty A fearless whisper Raise your Glass Say Cheers Memories Untamed Round Here They Die Hard Down at Old Bobs Back Yard Down at Old Bobs Back Yard Bar V3 With a nod or a wink That tall one knows what I think Our souls entwined Dancing On the table Lost in a fable Ready for a new start Living like rockstars INSTRUMENTAL CHORUS Bridge It’s Saturday night The joint is full The band is tight Hey Mamma They’re burning down The house tonight Down at Old Bobs Back Yard down at Old Bobs Back Yard Down at Old Bobs Back Yard down at Old Bobs Back Yard Bar Chorus Chorus I like my Whiskey neat My Women Dirty That Fearless Whisper Raise your Glass Say Cheers Memories Untamed Unscarred They Die Hard Down at Old Bobs Back Yard down at Old Bobs Back Yard We’re all Gonna be Rock stars All Night Long Down at Old Bobs Back Yard That’s Where you'll find me Down at Old Bobs Back Yard Yeah Down at Old Bobs Back Yard
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THE BABY DANCE -TRAVIS WATSON- 172 bpm V1 STEAMY STAGE LIGHT, FOG IN THE AIR POURING MY HEART EMPTY TABLES AND CHAIRS MISSING THE MARK HOW COULD I BE SO WRONG? GUESS THIS IS MY WORST COUNTRY SONG LATER THAT NIGHT REALLY DOWN AND OUT NO IDEA WHY SHE BROUGHT HER BABY IN NOW SHE SET THE BABY DOWN IT STARTED DANCING AROUND LIKE I WAS THE BIGGEST STAR IN TOWN CHORUS LET THE BABY BABY DO THE BABY DANCE LET BABY BABY DANCE ALL NIGHT LET THE BABY BABY DO THE BABY DANCE LET THE BABY TELL YA YER DOING ALRIGHT LET THE BABY DANCE LET THE BABY DANCE LET THE BABY DANCE DO THE BABY DANCE BABY DANCE ALL NIGHT V2 MY ONE SUPERFAN IN THE BAR THAT NIGHT AN OLD COWPOKE HE SAID YA DONE ALRIGHT DON’T YOU FRET ‘BOUT ADULTS, THEIR JUDGMENT IS GRAY, WHAT MATTERS IS THE JOY THAT THE BABY DISPLAYS NEVER WORRY IF CRITICS LIKE YOU OR NOT ONLY THING THAT MATTERS THE BABY DANCE OR NOT HONEST OPINIONS FROM A CLEAN SLATE WHY CAN’T WE LIVE LIFE THAT WAY CHORUS LET THE BABY BABY DO THE BABY DANCE LET BABY BABY DANCE ALL NIGHT LET THE BABY BABY DO THE BABY DANCE LET THE BABY TELL YA YER DOING ALRIGHT DO THE BABY DANCE DO THE BABY DANCE DO THE BABY DANCE DO THE BABY DANCE BABY DANCE ALL NIGHT INSTRUMENTAL LET THE BABY BABY DO THE BABY DANCE LET BABY BABY DANCE ALL NIGHT LET THE BABY BABY DO THE BABY DANCE LET THE BABY TELL YA YER DOING ALRIGHT LET THE BABY BABY DO THE BABY DANCE LET BABY BABY DANCE ALL NIGHT LET THE BABY BABY DO THE BABY DANCE LET THE BABY TELL YA YER DOING ALRIGHT DO THE BABY DANCE DO THE BABY DANCE DO THE BABY DANCE DO THE BABY DANCE BABY DANCE ALL NIGHT DO THE BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY DO THE BABY BABY SING THE BABY DANCE DO THE BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY DO THE BABY BABY SING THE BABY DANCE
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MARRIAGE AINT FOR ME -Travis Watson- VERSE 1 THE CLOSER WE GET TO MARCH AND OUR BIG OLE WEDDING DAY CAN’T HELP BUT FEEL I’M LEAVIN’ THE LIFE I’VE LOVED ALL MY WAY OLD BOB HEARD MY WORRIES SPILL OUT ACROSS THAT BAR HE LEANED IN WITH A HALF WARM GRIN LIKE HE’D BEEN WAITING ON HIS PART YOU’LL BE JUST FINE I’VE FOUGHT THAT FEAR ALL MY LIFE YOU SAY MARRIAGE AIN’T FOR ME RELAX ?I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOUR MIND CHORUS IF ONLY MORE WOULD LEARN THIS IN SOCIETY MARRIAGE AIN’T FOR ME IT’S FOR THE ONES WE’VE YET TO MEET NOT EVEN FOR NEIGHBORS WHO PREACH HOW LOVE SHOULD BE GOD TRUSTS ME WITH CHILDREN TO LEAD MY LEGACY THATS MY REASON WHY MARRIAGE AIN’T FOR ME VERSE 2 OLD BOB LOOKED LIGHTER LIKE A WEIGHT HAD SLIPPED AWAY RIGHT TIME RIGHT PLACE GOD’S LOVE HIS GRAND DESIGN SAVED THE DAY THERE’S ONLY ONE THING LEFT TO DO ?STAND UP AND SAY MY VOWS HERE I GO I’LL DO MY BEST LORD HELP ME TIME TO GROW UP TIME TO BE A MAN CHORUS IF ONLY MORE WOULD LEARN THIS IN SOCIETY MARRIAGE AIN’T FOR ME IT’S FOR THE ONES WE’VE YET TO MEET NOT EVEN FOR NEIGHBORS WHO PREACH HOW LOVE SHOULD BE GOD TRUST ME WITH CHILDREN TO LEAD MY LEGACY THAT’S MY REASON WHY MARRIAGE AIN’T FOR ME INSTRUMENTAL 4 1 4 1 2M Am LORD GRANT ME CHILDREN C I’LL BE THE MAN C/B Am YOU BUILT ME TO BE D C G MARRIAGE AINT FOR ME Am A/B C FORGIVE ME IT TOOK A LIFETIME TO SEE D MARRIAGE AINT FOR ME
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SKEETERS IN MY WHISKEY -TRAVIS WATSON, NGA MAI- BPM 140 V1 TWANGING BY THE RIVER WARM CAMPFIRE LIVING MY BEST WHITE TRASH LIFE IM SO HAPPY TO SEE GREEN LEAVES AND LOVE IN MY WOMAN’S EYES ONLY THING THAT PISSES ME IS WHY THEY’RE HERE SUCKING LIFE WITH NO FEAR WHY DO THEY LIVE LIFE THAT WAY DONT THEY WANNA GET OUT OF HERE? CHORUS SKEETERS IN MY WHISKEY SKEETERS IN MY WHISKEY WHEN THEY SEE A DAMN GOOD THING THEY WANNA DRANK IT TOO, THAT’S WHY THERE’S SKEETERS IN MY WHISKEY V2 LISTEN HERE FELLER I’LL TELL YA WHAT TO DO HELL I’LL MAKE A DAMN FOOL OUT OF YOU INSTEAD OF FLOPPING AROUND FLOATING DRUNK IN MY CROWN GO FLY YERSELF OUT OF MY TOWN CAUSE I GOT A GAL FROM VIETNAM PRETTIEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN SHE’S GOT A SKEETER SWATTER SHE’LL SWING IT HARDER THAN ANY BATTER YOU’LL SEE ON TV BRIDGE??SHE SAID THE ONLY THING YOU’VE SANG ABOUT ME IS A SONG ABOUT MOSQUITOS YOU BETTER BY OUR 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY FINISH OUR ALASKA LOVE SONG INSTRUMENTAL TILL THEN… CHORUS SKEETERS IN MY WHISKEY SKEETERS IN MY WHISKEY WHEN THEY SEE A DAMN GOOD THING THEY WANNA DRANK IT TOO THAT’S WHY THERE’S SKEETERS IN MY WHISKEY WHEN THEY SEE A DAMN GOOD THING THEY WANNA FEEL IT TOO, THAT’S WHY THERE’S SKEETERS IN MY WHISKEY
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The Hang Was Better Than the Game (Verse 1) Pulled up to the tailgate just past noon, Cooler in the back playin’ its own tune. Sun beatin’ down on that stadium lot, But the best part hit before the first pitch got caught. Buddies crackin’ jokes ’bout the week we had, Country songs rollin’ through a speaker gone bad. Didn’t care who won or who they came to blame We all knew the hang was better than the game. (Chorus) ’Cause it was friends on a Friday, Laughin’ ’bout the old days, Hot dogs burnin’ up while the world turned slow. Every story gettin’ taller With each round we’d swallow Sometimes that’s all you need to know. When the scoreboard lights faded, it was all the same Yeah, the hang was better than the game (Verse 2) We finally wandered in ’bout the second or third, Crowd was screamin’ somethin’ but we barely heard. We were too busy talkin’ ’bout life and love, About the ones we lost and the ones we’re dreamin’ of. Even cold seats couldn’t cool the vibe, And the nachos were bad but the company was right. Someone asked the score—hell, we forgot to check the frame. ’Cause honestly, the hang was better than the game. (Bridge) Maybe it’s the people, Maybe it’s the moment, Maybe it’s the kind of night You don’t know you’re holdin’.. But long after the last call echoes your name… It’s the memories made, not the score of the game. Instrumental build up (Chorus) broken down So here’s to friends on a Friday, Laughin’ ’bout the old days, Burnin’ daylight just pourin’ out our souls. stories got wilder And our hearts beat lighter Sometimes that’s worth more than a final goal. We stumbled out together, never felt no shame ’Cause the truth is The hang was better than the game. (Final Chorus) ’Cause it was friends on a Friday, Laughin’ ’bout the old days, Hot dogs burnin’ up while the world turned slow. Every story gettin’ taller With each round we’d swallow Sometimes that’s all you need to know. When the scoreboard lights faded, it was all the same Yeah, the hang was better than the game. the hang is always better than the game.
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