We're All Somebody
From Somewhere
My Own Worst Enemy
My Own Worst Enemy
( Tyler / Brad Warren / Brett Warren )
I could blame Jesus
I could blame momma
I could Brahma for all the bull that's in my head
I could blame Seagram's for all the whiskey
And for the tipsy that's still here on my breath
And ain't that why you left
I'm all alone tongue tied and twisted
Since I said it ain't you it's me
And girl you cried but I instisted
That what could be would never be
But I was wrong... what's wrong with me
I'm my own worst enemy
I could blame midnight for bad decisions
And blurry vision for what I didn't see
I could blame forever even though I didn't get it
I could blame the love even though I up and left it
I could blame goodbye even though I said it
And maybe that's just me
That's why you had to leave
I'm all alone tongue tied and twisted
Since I said it ain't you it's me
Girl you cried but I instisted
That what could be would never be
But I was wrong... what's wrong with me
I'm my own worst enemy
I'm all alone tongue tied and twisted
Since I said it ain't you it's me
Girl you cried but I instisted
That what could be would never be
But I was wrong... what's wrong with me
Now you're gone and any fool could see
I'm my own worst enemy
My own worst enemy
We're All Somebody From Somewhere
We're All Somebody From Somewhere
( S. Tyler / J. Johnstone )
Man... if you had a message for the kids today...
What would you tell'em... if you had the microphone?
Yeah... I'd say...
"We're all somebody from somewhere!"
Sweet Biloxi... to New York City
From that fine red wine off the vine
To cheap brown whiskey
Seattle coffee... Memphis blues
Chi-town wind... Miami cruise
There's a thousand stories 'tween me and you
Gimmie some love
We're all somebody from somewhere
Some mama... some daddy
Some love in the air
Some big... some little
Some left... some middle
Some white... yellow... black... or red
Yeah... we're all somebody from somewhere
(Yeah we're all somebody from somewhere)
We're all somebody from somewhere
(Yeah we're all somebody from somewhere... yeah)
Hollywood... to New Orleans
Filet Mignon... to black-eyed peas
And cornbread... damn... I love that stuff
We're all somebody from somewhere
Some mama... some daddy
Some love in the air
Some big... some little
Some left... some middle
Some white... yellow... black... or red
Yeah... we're all somebody from somewhere
(Yeah we're all somebody from somewhere)
We're all somebody from somewhere
(Yeah we're all somebody from somewhere)
Yeah
Yeah... we're all somebody from somewhere
Some mama... some daddy
Some love in the air
Some big... some little
Some left... some middle
Some white... yellow... black... or red
We're all somebody from somewhere
Some mama... some daddy
Some love in the air
Some big... some little
Some left... some middle
Some white... yellow... black... or red
Yeah... we're all somebody from somewhere
(Yeah we're all somebody from somewhere)
We're all somebody from somewhere
(Yeah we're all somebody from somewhere... yeah)
Gimmie some love
Hold On ( Won't Let Go )
Hold On (Won't Let Go)
( Tyler / J. Boyd / J. Gutstadt / J. Peters )
In the dust catch my footprints
Summer heat lord a nuisance
Got my belt rope around my shoulder
With my mind I'm a loner
So I'm a hold on
And I won't let go
I'm a hold on
And I won't let go
No sir
On my back... on my back
Feel your riding... feel your riding
I'm pissed off... I'm pissed off
No denying... no denying
I'm gonna rock I'm gonna roll you
Better get up when I throw you
So I'm a hold on
And I won't let go
No I won't let go
And I'm a hold on
And I won't let go
No I won't let go
I said... I...
I... won't let go
No I won't let go
And I said I...
I... won't let go
No I won't let go
No I won't let go
No I won't let go
No I won't let go
No I won't let go
No I won't let go
It Ain't Easy
It Ain't Easy
( S. Tyler / C. Barlowe / N. Barlowe / H. Lindsey )
It's a lonely street I walk
And my soul is all warn off
Here comes the fear
When you're out here on your own
And everything you love is gone
Oh no... not me... not meant... to be
It ain't easy
When you're out there searchin'
Tryin' to find the one
Yeah it ain't easy
Lookin' for the hand that holds the smokin' gun
It's like tryin' to sqeeze a drop of rain
Out of the sun... ooooh
O'even if I could let go
Of this high wire circus show
I'm at fault all the way
Yeah you're still gonna hear my say
It ain't easy
When you're out there searchin'
Tryin' to find the one
Yeah it ain't easy
Lookin' for the hand that holds the smokin' gun
It's like tryin' to sqeeze a drop of rain
Out of the sun... ooooh
I hear everybody sayin' that it's true
You stop lookin' for it... it finds you
But it ain't easy
It ain't easy
It ain't easy
When you're out there searchin'
Tryin' to find the one
Yeah it ain't easy
Lookin' for the hand that holds the smokin' gun
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