Shotgun Rider Lyrics - Tim McGraw

Roll, won’t you come roll with me slow, fast, full speed

Girl wherever sweet time takes us

Hang, with me down this old road

Only god knows where we’ll go

Don’t matter long as I’ve got your love

[Chorus]

I don’t ever want to wake up,

Lookin’ into someone else’s eyes

Another Voice calling me baby

On the other end of the phone

A new girl puttin’ on her makeup

Before dinner on Friday night

No I don’t ever wanna know, Oh O

No other shotgun rider, beside me, singin’ to the radio, Woohoo Oh O

Slide, slide over nice and close

Lay your head down on my shoulder

You can fall asleep I’ll let you

Dream, life aint nothing but a dream, don’t wanna be 

Cruisin’ through this dream without you

[Chorus]

I don’t ever want to wake up,

Lookin’ into someone else’s eyes

Another Voice calling me baby

On the other end of the phone

A new girl puttin’ on her makeup

Before dinner on Friday night

No I don’t ever wanna know, Oh O

No other shotgun rider, beside me, singin’ to the radio, Woohoo Oh O

No other shotgun rider, Oh O

[Chorus]

I don’t ever want to wake up,

Lookin’ into someone else’s eyes

Another Voice calling me baby

On the other end of the phone

A new girl puttin’ on her makeup

Before dinner on Friday night

No I don’t ever wanna know, Oh O

No other shotgun rider, beside me, singin’ to the radio, Woohoo Oh O

No other shotgun rider, Oh O

Singin’ to the radio, Oh O

You’re my shotgun rider.

Meanwhile Back At Mama's (with Faith Hill) Lyrics - Tim McGraw

[Verse 1: Tim McGraw] Runnin round in this new truck
Bank lets me borrow from month to month
I'm runnin out of credit, find a little Cash on the radio
Standin still they're blowin past, numbers on cars goin NASCAR fast
What I wouldn't give for a slow down, don't ya know?
Cause where I come from, only the horses run
When the day is done, we take it easy

[Chorus: Tim McGraw]
Meanwhile back at Mama's
The porch light's on, come on in if you wanna
Supper's on the stove and beer's in the fridge
Red sun sinkin' out low on the ridge
Games on the tube and Daddy smokes cigarettes
Whiskey keeps his whistle wet
Funny the things you thought you'd never miss
In a world gone crazy as this

[Verse 2: Tim McGraw]
Well I found a girl and we don't fit in here
Talk about how hard it is to breathe here
Even with the windows down can't catch a southern breeze here
One of these days gonna pack it up and leave here
Cause

[Chorus: Both]

[Bridge: Both]
Oh I miss yeah a little dirt on the road, I miss corn growin in a row
I miss being somebody everybody knows, there everybody knows everybody
I miss those small town routes, walkin around in muddy boots
The sound of rain on an old tin roof
It's time we head on back

[Chorus: Both]
Cause meanwhile back at Mama's
The for sale sign's goin up and I'm gonna
Dump this truck and the little I got
On a loan to own and a three-acre lot
Put supper on the stove and beer in the fridge
Goin' for broke and we're gonna be rich
Watch the sun settin on the ridge
Baby tell me what you think about this

[Outro: Both]
Me and you back at Mama's
Yeah me and you back at Mama's.

Sick Of Me Lyrics - Tim McGraw

[Tim McGraw]
You're probably sippin' lemonade and reading Hemingway
Wnderneath that tree out back of that same house
Where all that love was made
I'm sinkin' down on some corduroy couch
Empty bottles all around, quarter after two
And I'm still tryin to start my day

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
Cause all I want to tell you is you were right
And I miss you and I'm sick of me too

My wandering eye, my little white lies
All the hell I've raised
All the times I made you cry like rain

Tired of lookin' at myself, wishin' I was someone else
Tired of nothin' to lose, tired of nothin' left
I've been thinkin' lately maybe it's time to change

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
Cause all I want to tell you is you were right
I miss you and I'm sick of me too

I want to be your everything, not just a bad memory
I'd rather be your sweet dream come true
I'm sick of me too

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
Cause all I want to tell you is you were right

Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue
Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time
Cause all I want to tell you is you were right
And I miss you and I'm sick of me too

I'm sick of me too
Yeah I'm sick of me
I'm sick of me too.