<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:55:19.618-08:00</updated><category term='trace atkins'/><category term='baby&apos;s got her blue jeans on'/><category term='clay walker'/><category term='george strait'/><category term='david lee murphy'/><category term='ricky skaggs'/><category term='baby likes to rock it'/><category term='90s'/><category term='who&apos;s cheatin who'/><category term='1991'/><category term='patty loveless'/><category term='1994'/><category term='wllie nelson'/><category term='the road you leave behind'/><category term='1997'/><category term='funeral song'/><category term='Every Light in the House (is on)'/><category term='backstage pass'/><category term='mel mcdaniel'/><category term='alan jackson'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='1995'/><category term='vince gill'/><category term='the tractors'/><category term='a father&apos;s love'/><category term='paul overstreet'/><category term='1993'/><category term='love without end amen'/><category term='little texas'/><category term='johnny cash'/><category term='dreaming with my eyes wide open'/><category term='kenny chesney'/><category term='god blessed texas'/><category term='1998'/><category term='Daddy&apos;s Come Around to Mama&apos;s Way of Thinking'/><category term='1990'/><category term='video'/><category term='dust on the bottle'/><category term='Steve Wariner'/><category term='hal ketchum'/><category term='country music'/><category term='small town saturday night'/><category term='holes in the floor of heaven'/><category term='tracy byrd'/><category term='1996'/><category term='one night at a time'/><title type='text'>90s Top Country Songs</title><subtitle type='html'>Country Music Lyrics from the 90s</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;That they never would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all it got me was twice as lost&lt;br /&gt;When it all turned out the same&lt;br /&gt;But all that begging finally did somebody good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream all night&lt;br /&gt;Of a day that was gone&lt;br /&gt;But come the morning light&lt;br /&gt;Forever from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my dreaming with my eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;I´ll do my looking back&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;We can do some living&lt;br /&gt;Or spend our whole life hoping&lt;br /&gt;In the end we´re left with&lt;br /&gt;The one we chose&lt;br /&gt;So I´ll do my dreaming with my eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time the world moved on&lt;br /&gt;I fell a little further behind&lt;br /&gt;From running back or following someone home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned that one step forward&lt;br /&gt;Will take you further on&lt;br /&gt;Than a thousand back or a million that ain´t&lt;br /&gt;Your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream all night&lt;br /&gt;Of a day that was gone&lt;br /&gt;But come the morning light&lt;br /&gt;Forever from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my dreaming with my eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;I´ll do my looking back&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;We can do some living&lt;br /&gt;Or spend our whole life hoping&lt;br /&gt;In the end we´re left with&lt;br /&gt;The one we chose&lt;br /&gt;So I´ll do my dreaming with my eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do some living&lt;br /&gt;Or spend our whole life hoping&lt;br /&gt;In the end we´re left with&lt;br /&gt;The one we chose&lt;br /&gt;So I´ll do my dreaming with my eyes wide open&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-1613657011376572724?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-6078735565235214365</id><published>2008-04-28T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:27:27.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1995'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ricky skaggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patty loveless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vince gill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Go Rest High on that Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; Starting a list of funeral songs&lt;br /&gt;country style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince Gill&lt;br /&gt;with Patty Loveless &amp; Ricky&lt;br /&gt;Skaggs  (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your life&lt;br /&gt;On earth was troubled&lt;br /&gt;And only you could know the pain&lt;br /&gt;You weren't afraid to face the devil&lt;br /&gt;You were no stranger to the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go rest high on that mountain&lt;br /&gt;Son, you work on earth is done&lt;br /&gt;Go to heaven a shoutin'&lt;br /&gt;Love for the Father and Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how we cried the day you left us&lt;br /&gt;We gathered round your grave to grieve&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see the angels faces&lt;br /&gt;When they hear your sweet voice sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go rest high on that mountain&lt;br /&gt;Son, you work on earth is done&lt;br /&gt;Go to heaven a shoutin'&lt;br /&gt;Love for the Father and Son&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-6078735565235214365?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-4036917792730135718</id><published>2008-03-09T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:39:02.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one night at a time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george strait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1997'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>One Night at a Time</title><content type='html'>George Strait&lt;br /&gt;1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yours and baby you're not mine&lt;br /&gt;We've got something and it sure is fine&lt;br /&gt;Lets take our love one night at a time&lt;br /&gt;Theres one thing that we both agree&lt;br /&gt;I like you and baby you like me&lt;br /&gt;Lets take our love one night at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night, love all night, practice makes perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get it right, gonna get it right, one night at a time&lt;br /&gt;All night, love all night, practice makes perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get it right, gonna get it right, one night at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think about you all day long&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good it can't be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've got my fingers crossed that this goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, well, that's another day,&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, now what do you say&lt;br /&gt;Let's take our love one night at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night, love all night, practice makes perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get it right, gonna get it right, one night at a time&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think about you all day long&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good it cant be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I've got my fingers crossed that this goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night, love all night, practice makes perfect, gonna get it right&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get it right, one night at a time&lt;br /&gt;All night, love all night, practice makes perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get it right, gonna get it right, one night at a time&lt;br /&gt;All night, love all night, practice makes perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get it right, gonna get it right, one night at a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-4036917792730135718?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/4036917792730135718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=4036917792730135718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/4036917792730135718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/4036917792730135718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-night-at-time.html' title='One Night at a Time'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-5739192602561867667</id><published>2008-02-23T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T08:19:05.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alan jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1996'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who&apos;s cheatin who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Who's Cheatin Who - Alan Jackson</title><content type='html'>1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you look you can write a book&lt;br /&gt;On the trouble of a woman and a man&lt;br /&gt;But you can not impose you can't stick your nose&lt;br /&gt;Into something that you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still you wonder&lt;br /&gt;Who's cheatin' who, who's being true&lt;br /&gt;Who don't even care anymore&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder&lt;br /&gt;Who's doing right with someone tonight&lt;br /&gt;And who's car is parked next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew her well I really couldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;That she had another lover on her mind&lt;br /&gt;You see it felt so right when she held me tight&lt;br /&gt;How could I be so blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still you wonder&lt;br /&gt;Who's cheatin' who, who's being true&lt;br /&gt;Who don't even care anymore&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder&lt;br /&gt;Who's doing right with someone tonight&lt;br /&gt;And who's car is parked next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart is on the line each and every time&lt;br /&gt;Love is stolen in the shadows of the night&lt;br /&gt;Though it's wrong all along it keeps going on&lt;br /&gt;As long as you keep in outta sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still you wonder&lt;br /&gt;Who's cheatin' who, who's being true&lt;br /&gt;Who don't even care anymore&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder&lt;br /&gt;Who's doing right with someone tonight&lt;br /&gt;And who's car is parked next door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-5739192602561867667?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/5739192602561867667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=5739192602561867667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/5739192602561867667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/5739192602561867667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2008/02/whos-cheatin-who-alan-jackson.html' title='Who&apos;s Cheatin Who - Alan Jackson'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-3692718518856551230</id><published>2008-01-01T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:26:50.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby&apos;s got her blue jeans on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mel mcdaniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1993'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On</title><content type='html'>Mel McDaniel&lt;br /&gt;1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on the corner, by the traffic light, &lt;br /&gt;everybody's lookin', as she goes by, &lt;br /&gt;they turn their heads and they, watch her till she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy, Baby's got her blue jeans on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up by the bus stop, and across the street, &lt;br /&gt;open up their windows, to take a peek, &lt;br /&gt;while she goes walking, rockin' like a rollin' stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't help it if she's made that way, &lt;br /&gt;she's not to blame if they look her way, &lt;br /&gt;she ain't really tryin' to cause a scene, &lt;br /&gt;it just comes naturally, nah , the girl can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well up on main street, by the taxi stand, &lt;br /&gt;there's a crowd of people, and a traffic jam, &lt;br /&gt;she don't look back, she ain't doin' nothing' wrong, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't help it if she's made that way, &lt;br /&gt;she's not to blame if they look her way, &lt;br /&gt;she ain't really tryin' to cause a scene, &lt;br /&gt;it just comes naturally, aw, the girl can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on the corner, by the traffic light, &lt;br /&gt;everybody's lookin', as she goes by, &lt;br /&gt;they turn their heads and they, watch her till she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy, Baby's got her blue jeans on &lt;br /&gt;Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-3692718518856551230?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/3692718518856551230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=3692718518856551230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/3692718518856551230'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dust on the bottle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Dust on the Bottle</title><content type='html'>David Lee Murphy&lt;br /&gt;1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creole Williams lived down a dirt road&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade wine like nobody I know&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by one Friday night and said can you help me Creole&lt;br /&gt;Got a little girl waitin' on me and I wanna treat her right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got what you need son, it's sittin down in the cellar&lt;br /&gt;He reached through the cobwebs as he turned on the light and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be a little dust on the bottle&lt;br /&gt;But don't let it fool ya about what's inside&lt;br /&gt;There might be a little dust on the bottle&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sittin in the porch swing as I pulled up the driveway&lt;br /&gt;My ole heart was racing as she climbed inside&lt;br /&gt;She slid over real close and drove down to the lake road&lt;br /&gt;Watched the sun fade in that big red sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached under the front seat and said, now here's something special&lt;br /&gt;It's just been waiting for a night like tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be a little dust on the bottle&lt;br /&gt;But don't let it fool ya about what's inside&lt;br /&gt;There might be a little dust on the bottle&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still with me, and we've made some memories&lt;br /&gt;After all these years theres one thing I've found&lt;br /&gt;Some say good love, well it's like a fine wine&lt;br /&gt;It keeps getting better as the days go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be a little dust on the bottle&lt;br /&gt;But don't let it fool ya about what's inside&lt;br /&gt;There might be a little dust on the bottle&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-7501636208557205639?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/7501636208557205639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=7501636208557205639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/7501636208557205639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/7501636208557205639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2007/12/dust-on-bottle.html' title='Dust on the Bottle'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-5760611567535440403</id><published>2007-11-12T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:34:27.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a father&apos;s love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='george strait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love without end amen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Love Without End, Amen</title><content type='html'>George Strait&lt;br /&gt;1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Mistakenly searched for under&lt;br /&gt; the song title "A Father's Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sent home from school one day with a shiner on my eye&lt;br /&gt;Fighting was against the rules and it didn't matter why&lt;br /&gt;When Dad got home I told that story just like I'd rehearsed&lt;br /&gt;Then stood there on those trembling knees and waited for the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said, Let me tell you a secret, about a father's love&lt;br /&gt;A secret that my daddy said was just between us&lt;br /&gt;He said daddies don't just love their children every now and then&lt;br /&gt;Its a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I became a father in the spring of '81&lt;br /&gt;There was no doubt that stubborn boy was just like my fathers son&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought my patience had been tested to the end&lt;br /&gt;I took my daddy's secret and I passed it on to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, Let me tell you a secret, about a father's love&lt;br /&gt;A secret that my daddy said was just between us&lt;br /&gt;I said daddies don't just love their children every now and then&lt;br /&gt;Its a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed Id died and stood outside those pearly gates&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly I realized there must be some mistake&lt;br /&gt;If they know half the stuff I done they'll never let me in&lt;br /&gt;Then somewhere from the other side I heard these words again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they said, Let me tell you a secret, about a father's love&lt;br /&gt;A secret that my daddy said was just between us&lt;br /&gt;You see daddies don't just love their children every now and then&lt;br /&gt;Its a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-5760611567535440403?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/5760611567535440403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=5760611567535440403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/5760611567535440403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/5760611567535440403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-without-end-amen.html' title='Love Without End, Amen'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-7450674997394922986</id><published>2007-11-04T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:51:12.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god blessed texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1993'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>God Blessed Texas</title><content type='html'>Group: Little Texas&lt;br /&gt;1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a lot of places I've been around the world&lt;br /&gt;I've seen some pretty faces been with some beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;After all I've witnessed one thing still amazes me&lt;br /&gt;Just like a miracle you have to see to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause God blessed Texas with his own hand&lt;br /&gt;Brought down angels from the promised land&lt;br /&gt;Gave 'em a place where they could dance&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see heaven brother here's your chance&lt;br /&gt;I've been sent to spread the message God blessed Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he lit sunshine then he made the waters deep&lt;br /&gt;Then he gave us moonlight for all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Well everybody knows that the Lord works in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;He took a rest then on the very next day&lt;br /&gt;God blessed Texas with his own hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blessed Texas with his own hand...&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been sent to spread the message God blessed Texas&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been sent to spread the message mhm God blessed Texas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-7450674997394922986?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/7450674997394922986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=7450674997394922986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/7450674997394922986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/7450674997394922986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-blessed-texas.html' title='God Blessed Texas'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-4825756594899042227</id><published>2007-09-23T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:44:25.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Every Light in the House (is on)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1996'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trace atkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Every Light in the House (is on)</title><content type='html'>1996 Trace Atkins&lt;br /&gt;Kent Robbins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'd leave a light on&lt;br /&gt;In case you ever wanted to come back home&lt;br /&gt;You smiled and said you appreciate the gesture&lt;br /&gt;I took your every word to heart&lt;br /&gt;cause I cant stand us being apart&lt;br /&gt;And just to show how much I really miss ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every light in the house is on&lt;br /&gt;The backyards bright as the crack of dawn&lt;br /&gt;The front walk looks like runway lights&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like noon in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Every light in the house is on&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you ever do get tired of being gone&lt;br /&gt;Every light in the house is on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should ever start forgetting&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn the lights off one by one&lt;br /&gt;So you can see that I agree its over&lt;br /&gt;But until then I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;If you look south, you'll see a glow&lt;br /&gt;Thats me waiting at home each night to hold ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every light in the house is on&lt;br /&gt;The backyards bright as the crack of dawn&lt;br /&gt;The front walk looks like runway lights&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like noon in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Every light in the house is on&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you ever do get tired of being gone&lt;br /&gt;Every light in the house is on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-4825756594899042227?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/4825756594899042227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=4825756594899042227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/4825756594899042227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/4825756594899042227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2007/09/every-light-in-house-is-on.html' title='Every Light in the House (is on)'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-4212687346212987288</id><published>2007-09-09T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T06:03:45.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the road you leave behind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david lee murphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1996'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>The Road You Leave Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1996&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Lee Murphy - &lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=1111999957&amp;amp;fr="&gt;The Road You Leave Behind Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember the night my dad stopped the car&lt;br /&gt;And got out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Changed a blown out tire on a car&lt;br /&gt;For a family with out of state plates&lt;br /&gt;I said dad did we know those folks&lt;br /&gt;As they waved and drove out of sight&lt;br /&gt;He just smiled as he started the car&lt;br /&gt;He said son not til tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the road you leave behind you&lt;br /&gt;Is another road you're gonna have to come back down&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way this big old world turns 'round&lt;br /&gt;You'll find somehow somewhere someplace sometime&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go back down the road you leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck out on the highway one night&lt;br /&gt;Many years gone by&lt;br /&gt;Had the hood of my truck pulled up&lt;br /&gt;My old gas tank was dry&lt;br /&gt;Some old guy gettin' off on the night shift&lt;br /&gt;Pulled up to check on me&lt;br /&gt;He said I been in your shoes before son&lt;br /&gt;And it's no place to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the road you leave behind you&lt;br /&gt;Is another road you're gonna have to come back down&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way this big old world turns round&lt;br /&gt;You'll find somehow somewhere someplace sometime&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go back down the road you leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said what do I owe you friend you could easily passed me by&lt;br /&gt;He said next time it might be my son you don't owe me a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the road you leave behind you&lt;br /&gt;Is another road you're gonna have to come back down&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way this big old world turns round&lt;br /&gt;You'll find somehow somewhere someplace sometime&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go back down the road you leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-4212687346212987288?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/4212687346212987288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=4212687346212987288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/4212687346212987288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/4212687346212987288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2007/09/road-you-leave-behind.html' title='The Road You Leave Behind'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-5596463710081076096</id><published>2007-08-27T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:37:39.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1991'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hal ketchum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small town saturday night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Small Town Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>1991&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Hal Ketchum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an Elvis movie on the marquee sign&lt;br /&gt;We've all seen at least three times&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's broke, Bobby's got a buck&lt;br /&gt;Put a dollars worth of gas in his pickup truck&lt;br /&gt;We're going' ninety miles an hour down a dead end road&lt;br /&gt;What's the hurry, son.. where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light&lt;br /&gt;It's a small town Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;It's a small town Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy's got her lipstick on a little too bright&lt;br /&gt;Bobby's gettin' drunk and lookin' for a fight&lt;br /&gt;Liquor on his breath and trouble on his mind&lt;br /&gt;And Lucy's just a kid along for the ride&lt;br /&gt;Got a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be bad just to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light&lt;br /&gt;It's a small town Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;It's a small town Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby told Lucy, "The world ain't round...&lt;br /&gt;Drops off sharp at the edge of town&lt;br /&gt;Lucy, you know the world must be flat&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when people leave town, they never come back"&lt;br /&gt;They go ninety miles an hour to the city limits sign&lt;br /&gt;Put the pedal to the metal 'fore they change their mind&lt;br /&gt;They howl at the moon, shoot out the light&lt;br /&gt;It's a small town Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They howl at the moon, shoot out the light&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a small town Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;It's a small town Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;It's a small town Saturday night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-5596463710081076096?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/5596463710081076096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=5596463710081076096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/5596463710081076096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/5596463710081076096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2007/08/small-town-saturday-night.html' title='Small Town Saturday Night'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-6272798157319745281</id><published>2007-08-26T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:54:54.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul overstreet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1991'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy&apos;s Come Around to Mama&apos;s Way of Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>Daddy's Come Around to Mama's Way of Thinking</title><content type='html'>1991&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Paul Overstreet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's come around to mama's way of thinking  &lt;br /&gt;no more staying out all night drinking&lt;br /&gt;everything's better on the home front now&lt;br /&gt;they're meeting in the middle working it out&lt;br /&gt;he's finally figured out he's got something worth keeping&lt;br /&gt;yea now daddy's come around to mama's way of thinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;daddy used to go out every night with his friends&lt;br /&gt;and mama stayed home taking care of the kids&lt;br /&gt;daddy didn't mind the way it was arranged&lt;br /&gt;to his way of thinking, it didn't seem strange&lt;br /&gt;then one night mama met him at the door&lt;br /&gt;'cause the key in his hand didn't work anymore&lt;br /&gt;mama said 'more than the locks are changed,&lt;br /&gt;there's a new set of rules to this old game'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's come around to mama's way of thinking  &lt;br /&gt;no more staying out all night drinking&lt;br /&gt;everything's better on the home front now&lt;br /&gt;they're meeting in the middle working it out&lt;br /&gt;he's finally figured out he's got something worth keeping&lt;br /&gt;yea now daddy's come around to mama's way of thinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's been some time since she laid down the law&lt;br /&gt;  but daddy don't seem to mind at all&lt;br /&gt;  he comes straight home when the work day's through&lt;br /&gt;  he's even done the dishes a time or two&lt;br /&gt;  late last night when the lights were low&lt;br /&gt;  daddy told mama 'i love you so'&lt;br /&gt;  early this morning, mama said to him&lt;br /&gt;  'you just might get to be a daddy again'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's come around to mama's way of thinking  &lt;br /&gt;no more staying out all night drinking&lt;br /&gt;everything's better on the home front now&lt;br /&gt;they're meeting in the middle working it out&lt;br /&gt;he's finally figured out he's got something worth keeping&lt;br /&gt;yea now daddy's come around to mama's way of thinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; everything's better on the home front now&lt;br /&gt;  they're meeting in the middle working it out&lt;br /&gt;  he's finally figured out he's got something worth keeping&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea now daddy's come around to mama's way of thinkin&lt;br /&gt;  yeah daddy's come around to mama's way of thinkin&lt;br /&gt;  yeah daddy's come around to mama's way of thinkin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-6272798157319745281?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/6272798157319745281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=6272798157319745281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holes in the floor of heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Wariner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>Holes in the Floor of Heaven, Steve Wariner</title><content type='html'>1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day shining eight years old&lt;br /&gt;Grandma passed away&lt;br /&gt;I was a broken hearted little boy&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out that birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I cried when the sky let go&lt;br /&gt;With a cold and lonesome rain&lt;br /&gt;Momma smiled said don't be sad child&lt;br /&gt;Grandmas watching you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause there's holes in the floor of heaven&lt;br /&gt;And her tears are pouring down&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know shes watching&lt;br /&gt;Wishing she could be here now&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes if youe lonely&lt;br /&gt;Just remember she can see&lt;br /&gt;There's holes in the floor of heaven&lt;br /&gt;And she's watching over you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons come and seasons go&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I grew up fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Met a girl who took my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year by year we made a life&lt;br /&gt;In this sleepy little town&lt;br /&gt;I thought wed grow old together&lt;br /&gt;Lord I sure do miss her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's holes in the floor of heaven&lt;br /&gt;And her tears are pouring down&lt;br /&gt;Thats how you know she's watching&lt;br /&gt;Wishing she could be here now&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;I remember she can see&lt;br /&gt;There's holes in the floor of heaven&lt;br /&gt;And she's watching over you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my little girl is 23&lt;br /&gt;I walk her down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame her mom can't be here now&lt;br /&gt;To see her lovely smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They throw the rice&lt;br /&gt;I catch her eye&lt;br /&gt;As the rain starts comin down&lt;br /&gt;She takes my hand says daddy don't be sad cause&lt;br /&gt;I know momma's watching now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's holes in the floor of heaven&lt;br /&gt;And her tears are pouring down&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know shes watching&lt;br /&gt;Wishing she could be here now&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;I remember she can see&lt;br /&gt;Theres holes in the floor of heaven&lt;br /&gt;And she's watching over you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching over you and me&lt;br /&gt;Watching over you and me&lt;br /&gt;Watching over you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-7662244498283274600?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-5597098348607674547</id><published>2007-07-09T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:56:50.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='johnny cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wllie nelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backstage pass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>A BackStage Pass, Johnny Cash -1990</title><content type='html'>Hello I'm Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;One night I had a backstage pass to the Willie Nelson Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were wackoes and weirdoes and dingbats and dodoes&lt;br /&gt;And athletes and movie stars and David Allan Coe&lt;br /&gt;There was leather and lace and every minority race&lt;br /&gt;With a backstage pass to the Willie Nelson Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristofferson got an offer for a movie promoters closed another deal or two&lt;br /&gt;Waylon got a call from his son Shooter and he went home the minute he was through&lt;br /&gt;I moved with the mob at intermission&lt;br /&gt;To the green room where you see who you can see&lt;br /&gt;There were has-been's and would-be's and never-were's&lt;br /&gt;Paupers punks and millionaires and me&lt;br /&gt;And there were wackoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- guitar -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hells Angels blocked the traffic to the building&lt;br /&gt;In order for the beer truck to come through&lt;br /&gt;And waitin' in the wings to sing with Willie were hopeful stars of flickering magnitude&lt;br /&gt;There was a singer Willie knew back in the fifties&lt;br /&gt;Who once paid him fifty dollars for a song&lt;br /&gt;There were women who once did and some who still would&lt;br /&gt;I heard one ask did Connie come along&lt;br /&gt;And there were wackoes...&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could've been there well maybe you were&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-5597098348607674547?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/5597098348607674547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=5597098348607674547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/5597098348607674547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/5597098348607674547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Rock It, The Tractors</title><content type='html'>1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know she likes to take me dancing on the outskirts of town&lt;br /&gt;Where the music's turned up and the lights are turned down&lt;br /&gt;Shaking -- shaking -- shaking on the dance -- dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Crowd ---crowd --- screaming ---screaming--more--more--more&lt;br /&gt;She got the boogie woogie woogie spread all over the place&lt;br /&gt;She's got it stacked to the ceiling--got it sticking in your face&lt;br /&gt;Ya know my baby likes to rock it like a boogie woogie choo choo train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny's in the back room sucking on his gin&lt;br /&gt;Police are at the front door screaming let me in&lt;br /&gt;Go--go--go--go dancer's busy showing off her chest&lt;br /&gt;She don't know what she's doing but she tries to do her best&lt;br /&gt;She got the boogie woogie woogie spread all over the place&lt;br /&gt;She's got it stacked to the ceiling--- got it sticking in your face&lt;br /&gt;Ya' know my baby likes to rock it like a boogie woogie choo choo train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby likes to rock it - Baby likes a rocket&lt;br /&gt;Baby likes to rock it like a boogie woogie choo choo train&lt;br /&gt;She got the boogie woogie woogie spread all over the place&lt;br /&gt;She's got it stacked to the ceiling --got it sticking in your face&lt;br /&gt;Ya know my baby likes to rock it like a boogie woogie choo choo train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said her name was 'emergency' and asked to see my gun&lt;br /&gt;Said her telephone number was 911&lt;br /&gt;Got brother Jimmy on the T.V.--killer on the stereo&lt;br /&gt;She said if you want to get it...you got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;She got the boogie woogie woogie spread all over the place&lt;br /&gt;She's got it stacked to the ceilin'--got it sticking in your face&lt;br /&gt;Ya know my baby likes to rock it like a boogie woogie choo choo train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby likes to rock it - Baby likes a rocket&lt;br /&gt;Baby likes to rock it like a boogie woogie choo choo train&lt;br /&gt;She got the boogie woogie woogie spread all over the place&lt;br /&gt;She's got it stacked to the ceiling ---got it sticking in your face&lt;br /&gt;Ya know my baby likes to rock it like a boogie woogie choo choo train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-2514749090732536611?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/2514749090732536611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=2514749090732536611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/2514749090732536611'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>I'm From The Country, Tracy Byrd</title><content type='html'>1998&lt;br /&gt;Writers: Marty Brown, Richard Young, Stan Webb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/tracybyrd-country.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back up in the country, back in the hills&lt;br /&gt;Down in the hollows where the folks are real&lt;br /&gt;Livin’ with the crazzies and the old wildcats&lt;br /&gt;Sawed off shotguns and coonskin caps&lt;br /&gt;That’s where I’m from and I’m proud to say&lt;br /&gt;I’m from the country and I like it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need an invitation, kick off your shoes come on in&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we know how to work and we know how to play&lt;br /&gt;We’re from the country and we like it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long we work in the fields&lt;br /&gt;Then bring it on home to a home cooked meal&lt;br /&gt;We love y'a like Sunday, treat y'a like Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And when the bed gets full we can sleep in the hay -hey-&lt;br /&gt;We’re from the country and we like it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need an invitation, kick off your shoes come on in&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we know how to work and we know how to play&lt;br /&gt;We’re from the country and we like it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need an invitation, kick off your shoes come on in&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we know how to work and we know how to play&lt;br /&gt;We’re from the country&lt;br /&gt;We’re from the country&lt;br /&gt;We’re from the country and we like it that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-8384696344327070342?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/8384696344327070342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=8384696344327070342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/8384696344327070342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/8384696344327070342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-from-country-tracy-byrd.html' title='I&apos;m From The Country, Tracy Byrd'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-5667210510849597701</id><published>2007-04-05T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:30:15.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenny chesney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country music'/><title type='text'>How Forever Feels, Kenny Chesney, 1999</title><content type='html'>Big orange ball, sinkin in the water&lt;br /&gt;Toes in the sand, couldn't get much hotter&lt;br /&gt;Little umbrella shaped margaritas&lt;br /&gt;Coconut oil, tannin' senioritas&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how Jimmy Buffet feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands on the wheel, cruisin down the interstate&lt;br /&gt;Gas pedal sticks, carries my car away&lt;br /&gt;I was going fast as a Rambler goes&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the speed from my head to my toes&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how Richard Petty feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been around the block a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Done almost everything a boy can do&lt;br /&gt;I've done some livin, yeah I've had fun&lt;br /&gt;But there is one thing that I haven't done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved two months, bought a little diamond&lt;br /&gt;Tonights the night, feels like perfect timin&lt;br /&gt;Down on one knee on mommas front steps&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm gonna die if she really says yes&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know how forever feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been around the block a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Done almost everything a boy can do&lt;br /&gt;I've done some livin, yeah I've had fun&lt;br /&gt;But there is one thing that I haven't done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know how forever feels&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I wanna know how forever feels&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I wanna know how forever feels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-5667210510849597701?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/5667210510849597701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=5667210510849597701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/5667210510849597701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/5667210510849597701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-forever-feels-kenny-chesney-1999.html' title='How Forever Feels, Kenny Chesney, 1999'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-116839601028600374</id><published>2007-01-09T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:26:50.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bitty, Alan Jackson</title><content type='html'>Writer: Tom T Hall&lt;br /&gt;1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a little love on a little honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;You got a little dish and you got a little spoon&lt;br /&gt;A little bitty house and a little bitty yard&lt;br /&gt;Little bitty dog and a little bitty car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its alright to be little bitty&lt;br /&gt;Little hometown or a big old city&lt;br /&gt;Might as well share, might as well smile&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on for a little bitty while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bitty baby in a little bitty gown&lt;br /&gt;Itll grow up in a little bitty town&lt;br /&gt;Big yellow bus and little bitty books&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a little bitty look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its alright to be little bitty&lt;br /&gt;Little hometown or a big old city&lt;br /&gt;Might as well share, might as well smile&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on for a little bitty while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you got a job and a little bitty check&lt;br /&gt;Six pack of beer and television set&lt;br /&gt;Little bitty world goes around and around&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of silence and a little bit of sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good ole boy and a pretty little girl&lt;br /&gt;Start all over in a little bitty world&lt;br /&gt;A little bitty plan and a little bitty dream&lt;br /&gt;Its all part of a little bitty scheme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its alright to be little bitty&lt;br /&gt;Little hometown or a big old city&lt;br /&gt;Might as well share, might as well smile&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on for a little bitty while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-116839601028600374?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/116839601028600374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=116839601028600374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/116839601028600374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/116839601028600374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-bitty-alan-jackson.html' title='Little Bitty, Alan Jackson'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-116831012037146191</id><published>2007-01-08T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:35:20.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prop Me Up Beside the Jukebox (If I Die)</title><content type='html'>Joe Diffie &lt;br /&gt;1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I ain't afraid of dying it's the thought of being dead&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go on being me once my eulogy's been read&lt;br /&gt;Don't spread my ashes out to sea don't lay me down to rest&lt;br /&gt;You can put my mind at ease if you fill my last request&lt;br /&gt;Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die&lt;br /&gt;Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight&lt;br /&gt;Fill my boots up with sand put a stiff drink in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let my headstone be a neon sign&lt;br /&gt;Just let it burn in mem'ry of all of my good times&lt;br /&gt;Fix me up with a mannequin just remember I like blondes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the life of the party even when I'm dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;Prop me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make your next selection and while you're still in line&lt;br /&gt;You can pay your last respects one quarter at a time&lt;br /&gt;Prop me up&lt;br /&gt;Prop me up&lt;br /&gt;Oh prop me up beside the jukebox if I die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Die)'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-116650170534300662</id><published>2006-12-18T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:15:05.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shake, Neal McCoy (What really turns me on)</title><content type='html'>1997 &lt;br /&gt;Writers: Jon McElroy - Butch Carr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men are attracted to a pair of big blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;It takes a pretty face to make their temperature rise&lt;br /&gt;Looks aren't that important&lt;br /&gt;Just icing on the cake&lt;br /&gt;What really turns me on is the shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it to the left&lt;br /&gt;Shake it to the right&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby you know what I like&lt;br /&gt;Shake it real funky shake it real low&lt;br /&gt;Shake it 'til you can't shake it no more&lt;br /&gt;It's a natural attraction&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature wouldn't make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;What really turns me on is the shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve first said to Adam&lt;br /&gt;Which outfit do you like&lt;br /&gt;The maple or the fig leaf&lt;br /&gt;Now honey they both look nice&lt;br /&gt;Clothes don't mean that much to me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you better go and ask the snake&lt;br /&gt;And what really turns me on is the shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it to the left&lt;br /&gt;Shake it to the right&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby you know what I like&lt;br /&gt;Shake it real funky shake it real low&lt;br /&gt;Shake it 'til you can't shake it no more&lt;br /&gt;It's a natural attraction&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature wouldn't make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;What really turns me on is the shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shake it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary, Indiana&lt;br /&gt;Mobile, Alabama&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;Bismarck, North Dakota&lt;br /&gt;New York, L.A.&lt;br /&gt;Houston, Tampa Bay&lt;br /&gt;London, Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it to the left&lt;br /&gt;Shake it to the right&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby you know what I like&lt;br /&gt;Shake it real funky shake it real low&lt;br /&gt;Shake it 'til you can't shake it no more&lt;br /&gt;It's a natural attraction&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature wouldn't make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;What really turns me on is the shake&lt;br /&gt;What really turns me on is the shake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-116650170534300662?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/116650170534300662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-116584768208719461</id><published>2006-12-11T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T06:34:42.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Tequila Night, John Anderson</title><content type='html'>1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/john-anderson.jpg" alt="album cover, john anderson" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to know, she comes here a lot.&lt;br /&gt;She just loves to hear the music and dance.&lt;br /&gt;K13 is her favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;If you play it, you might have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight she's only sippin' white wine.&lt;br /&gt;She's friendly, and fun-lovin' most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't ask her on a straight tequila night.&lt;br /&gt;She'll start thinkin' about him, then she's ready to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Blames her broken heart on every man in sight,&lt;br /&gt;On a straight tequila night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a glass of Chablis, some quarters and change:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can turn her love life around.&lt;br /&gt;Then she won't need the salt or the lime anymore,&lt;br /&gt;To shoot that old memory down.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember her heart's on the mend,&lt;br /&gt;If you ever come back to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask her on a straight tequila night.&lt;br /&gt;She'll start thinkin' about him, then she's ready to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Blames her broken heart on every man in sight,&lt;br /&gt;On a straight tequila night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-116584768208719461?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/116584768208719461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-116536577862192500</id><published>2006-12-05T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:42:58.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Pina Coladas, Garth Brooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/garthbrooks-1992-tour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Year: 1998&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feelin the blues&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the news&lt;br /&gt;When this fella came on the TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I'm tellin you&lt;br /&gt;That science has proven&lt;br /&gt;That heartaches are healed by the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me going&lt;br /&gt;Without even knowing&lt;br /&gt;I packed right up and drove down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on a roll&lt;br /&gt;And I swear to my soul&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm gonna paint this town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring me two pina coladas&lt;br /&gt;One for each hand&lt;br /&gt;Let's set sail with captain morgan&lt;br /&gt;And never leave dry land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubles I forgot 'm&lt;br /&gt;I buried 'm in the sand&lt;br /&gt;So bring me two pina coladas&lt;br /&gt;She said good-bye to her good timing man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now I've gotta say&lt;br /&gt;That the wind and the waves&lt;br /&gt;And the moon winking down at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eases my mind&lt;br /&gt;By leavin behind&lt;br /&gt;The heartaches that love often brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got a smile&lt;br /&gt;That goes on for miles&lt;br /&gt;With no inclination to roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say&lt;br /&gt;That I think I've gotta stay&lt;br /&gt;cause this is feeling more and more like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring me two pina coladas&lt;br /&gt;One for each hand&lt;br /&gt;Lets set sail with captain morgan&lt;br /&gt;And never leave dry land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubles I forgot 'm&lt;br /&gt;I buried em in the sand&lt;br /&gt;So bring me two pina coladas&lt;br /&gt;She said good-bye to her good timing man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-116536577862192500?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/116536577862192500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=116536577862192500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/116536577862192500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/116536577862192500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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It was a man singing about how he would never tell his lady "i love you," but instead, when she would say "I love you" all he would say is...Me To.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for this song for quite some time, but w/o remembering the artist, I am having no luck. I would appreciate ANY help you would have to offer on this matter. Thank you very much for your time. I Hope to hear from you soon. Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Too Lyrics from 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I send you roses for no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;If out of the blue I stop and give you a call&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while it's breakfast in bed&lt;br /&gt;And then pull the covers back up over our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I call in sick just to stay home with you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know why I do what I do&lt;br /&gt;It's my way of sayin' what I can't express&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know girl I'm doin' my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm just a man that's the way I was made&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too good at sayin' what you need me to say&lt;br /&gt;It's always right there on the tip of my tongue&lt;br /&gt;It might go unsaid but it won't go undone&lt;br /&gt;So when those three little words come so easy to you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know what I mean when I say, me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should wake up and catch me watchin' you sleep&lt;br /&gt;And I break the silence by kissin' your cheek&lt;br /&gt;If I whisper somethin' you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me repeat it I don't know if I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm just a man that's the way I was made&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too good at sayin' what you need me to say&lt;br /&gt;It's always right there on the tip of my tongue&lt;br /&gt;It might go unsaid but it won't go undone&lt;br /&gt;So when those three little words come so easy to you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know what I mean when I say, me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too, me too, hope you know what I mean when I say&lt;br /&gt;Me too, me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-116507720652319895?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/116507720652319895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=116507720652319895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/116507720652319895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/116507720652319895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-too-toby-keith.html' title='Me Too, Toby Keith'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-116260469278147152</id><published>2006-11-03T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:44:52.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' But The Taillights, Clint Black</title><content type='html'>Clint Black, Steve Wariner&lt;br /&gt;1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/clintblack-taillights.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Kentucky highway headin' for the line&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't said a word all night but the wheels are turnin' in her mind&lt;br /&gt;Now I was ridin' shotgun and I knew things had gone awry&lt;br /&gt;Just as soon as she dropped me off at the side of the road and she let that gravel fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm walkin' in the moonlight seein' nothin' but the taillights&lt;br /&gt;And that's a pair of taillights I may never see again&lt;br /&gt;She hit me with the left and right showin' me nothin' but the taillights&lt;br /&gt;And that's about as lonely as the highway's ever been&lt;br /&gt;Back here with my thumb out in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it somethin' that I did to her or the things I never said&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the way we were was only in my head&lt;br /&gt;Now if I even make it back to town before the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hit every parking spot around 'til I find that pick-up truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm talkin' in the moonlight seein' nothin' but the taillights&lt;br /&gt;And that's a pair of taillights I may never see again&lt;br /&gt;She hit me with the left and right showin' me nothin' but the taillights&lt;br /&gt;And that's about as lonely as a highway's ever been&lt;br /&gt;Stuck here with my thumb out in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll bet right now she's laughin' at how she brought me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;But she won't be laughin' half as loud when she gives me back my keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be walkin' in the moonlight seein' nothin' but the taillights&lt;br /&gt;And that's a pair of taillights she won't ever see again&lt;br /&gt;She hit me with a left and right and with nothin' but the taillights&lt;br /&gt;And I know that's about as lonely as a highway's ever been&lt;br /&gt;Back here with my thumb out in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes Here I come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-116260469278147152?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/116260469278147152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=116260469278147152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/116260469278147152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/116260469278147152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2006/11/nothin-but-taillights-clint-black.html' title='Nothin&apos; But The Taillights, Clint Black'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-116061803029198617</id><published>2006-10-11T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:53:50.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast in Me, Johnny Cash</title><content type='html'>Halloween in Country Music&lt;br /&gt;1994&lt;br /&gt;Nick Lowe, original artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------Sidenote-----&lt;br /&gt;Nick Lowe.... The Sopranos:&lt;br /&gt; HBO series Soundtrack Lyrics &lt;br /&gt;------Sidenote-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beast in me&lt;br /&gt; Is caged by frail and fragile bars&lt;br /&gt; Restless by day&lt;br /&gt; And by night&lt;br /&gt; rants and rages at the stars&lt;br /&gt; God help the beast in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beast in me&lt;br /&gt; Has had to learn to live with pain &lt;br /&gt;And how to shelter from the rain&lt;br /&gt; And in the twinkling of an eye &lt;br /&gt;Might have to be restrained &lt;br /&gt;God help the beast in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it tries to kid me&lt;br /&gt; That it's just a teddy bear&lt;br /&gt; And even somehow manage to vanish in the air&lt;br /&gt; And that is when I must beware&lt;br /&gt; Of the beast in me that everybody knows&lt;br /&gt; They've seen him out dressed in my clothes&lt;br /&gt; Patently unclear IF it's New York or New Year&lt;br /&gt; God help the beast in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beast in me&lt;div 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Cash'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-115922781089503423</id><published>2006-09-25T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:45:27.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>George Strait, Carrying Your Love With Me</title><content type='html'>1997&lt;br /&gt;Steve Bogard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/georgestrait-carryingyourlove-175.jpg" alt="George Strait, Carrying Your Love With Me"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I got is this beat up leather bag&lt;br /&gt;And everything I own don't fill up half&lt;br /&gt;But don't you worry about the way I pack&lt;br /&gt;All I care about is getting back, real soon&lt;br /&gt;A goodbye kiss is all I need from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm carrying your love with me&lt;br /&gt;West Virginia down to Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;I'll be movin with the Good Lord's speed&lt;br /&gt;Carrying your love with me&lt;br /&gt;Its my strength for holding on&lt;br /&gt;Every minute that I have to be gone&lt;br /&gt;I'll have everything I'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;I'm carrying your love with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lonely highway stuck out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Darling all I have to do, is speak your name&lt;br /&gt;The clouds roll back and the waters part&lt;br /&gt;The sun starts shining in my heart for you&lt;br /&gt;You're right there in everything I do, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm carrying your love with me&lt;br /&gt;West Virginia down to Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;I'll be moving with the Good Lord's speed&lt;br /&gt;Carrying your love with me&lt;br /&gt;It's my strength for holding on&lt;br /&gt;Every minute that I have to be gone&lt;br /&gt;I'll have everything I'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;I'm carrying your love with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my strength for holding on&lt;br /&gt;Every minute that I have to be gone&lt;br /&gt;I'll have everything Ill ever need&lt;br /&gt;I'm carrying your love with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm carrying your love with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm carrying your love with me&lt;br /&gt;West Virginia down to Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;I'll be moving with the Good Lord's speed&lt;br /&gt;Carrying your love with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-115922781089503423?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/115922781089503423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=115922781089503423' title='0 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type='html'>1995&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Moore, BW Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/brooks-dunn-borderline-195.jpg" alt="Brooks &amp; Dunn - Borderline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover of the original early 70s&lt;br /&gt;version by BW (Buckwheat) Stevenson &lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Maria don't you know I've come a long, long way&lt;br /&gt;I been longin' to see her&lt;br /&gt;When she's around she takes my blues away&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Maria the sunlight surely hurts my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lonely dreamer on a highway in the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria, Maria I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Maria there were some blue and sorrow times&lt;br /&gt;Just my thoughts about you bring back my piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;Gypsy lady you're a miracle work for me&lt;br /&gt;You set my soul free like a ship sailing on the sea&lt;br /&gt;She is the sunlight when skies are grey&lt;br /&gt;She treats me so right lady take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Maria&lt;br /&gt;Maria I love you&lt;br /&gt;My Maria&lt;br /&gt;Maria I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-115905904320816632?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/115905904320816632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=115905904320816632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/115905904320816632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/115905904320816632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-maria-brooks-and-dunn.html' title='My Maria, Brooks and Dunn'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-115871114580457693</id><published>2006-09-19T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:12:25.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Country, Alan Jackson</title><content type='html'>1995&lt;br /&gt;Bob McDill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/alan-jackson-jukebox.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been playing in a room on a strip&lt;br /&gt;For ten years in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Every night she looks in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;But she only ages&lt;br /&gt;She's been reading about Nashville and all&lt;br /&gt;The records that everybody's buying&lt;br /&gt;Says `I'm a simple girl myself&lt;br /&gt;Grew up on Long Island`&lt;br /&gt;So she packs her bags to try her hand&lt;br /&gt;Says this might be my last chance&lt;br /&gt;She's gone country, look at them boots&lt;br /&gt;She's gone country, back to her roots&lt;br /&gt;She's gone country, a new kind of suit&lt;br /&gt;She's gone country, here she comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the folk scene is dead&lt;br /&gt;But he's holding out in the village&lt;br /&gt;He's been writing songs speaking out&lt;br /&gt;Against wealth and privilege&lt;br /&gt;He says `I dont believe in money&lt;br /&gt;But a man could make him a killin`&lt;br /&gt;Cause some of that stuff don't sound&lt;br /&gt;Much different than Dylan&lt;br /&gt;I hear down there it's changed you see&lt;br /&gt;They're not as backwards as they used to be'&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, look at them boots&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, back to his roots&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, a new kind of suit&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, here he comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He commutes to LA&lt;br /&gt;But he's got a house in the valley&lt;br /&gt;But the bills are piling up&lt;br /&gt;And the pop scene just ain't on the rally&lt;br /&gt;He says `Honey I'm a serious composer&lt;br /&gt;Schooled in voice and composition&lt;br /&gt;But with the crime and the smog these days&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no place for children&lt;br /&gt;Lord it sounds so easy it shouldn't take long&lt;br /&gt;Be back in the money in no time at all`&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, look at them boots&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, back to his roots&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, a new kind of suit&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, here he comes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he's gone country, a new kind of walk&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, a new kind of talk&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, look at them boots&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, oh back to his roots&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gone country&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we've gone country&lt;br /&gt;The whole world's gone country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-115871114580457693?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/115871114580457693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=115871114580457693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/115871114580457693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/115871114580457693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2006/09/gone-country-alan-jackson.html' title='Gone Country, Alan Jackson'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-115804499077864833</id><published>2006-09-11T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:09:50.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toby Keith, Should Have Been A Cowboy</title><content type='html'>1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/tobykeith-century.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bet you've never heard old Marshall Dillion say&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kitty have you ever thought of running away&lt;br /&gt;Settling down would you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;If I asked you twice and begged you pretty please&lt;br /&gt;She'd have said yes in a New York minute&lt;br /&gt;They never tied the knot&lt;br /&gt;His heart wasn't in it&lt;br /&gt;He just stole a kiss as he rode away&lt;br /&gt;He never hung his hat up at Kitty's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've been a cowboy&lt;br /&gt;I should've learned to rope and ride&lt;br /&gt;Wearing my six-shooter riding my pony on a cattle drive&lt;br /&gt;Stealing the young girl's hearts&lt;br /&gt;Just like Gene and Roy&lt;br /&gt;Singing those campfire songs&lt;br /&gt;Oh I should've been a cowboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might of had a sidekick with a funny name&lt;br /&gt;Running wild through the hills chasing Jesse James&lt;br /&gt;Ending up on the brink of danger&lt;br /&gt;Riding shotgun for the Texas Rangers&lt;br /&gt;Go west young man, haven't you been told&lt;br /&gt;California's full of whiskey, women and gold&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping out all night beneath the desert stars&lt;br /&gt;With a dream in my eye and a prayer...&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've been a Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;I should've learned to rope and ride&lt;br /&gt;Wearing my six-shooter riding my pony on a cattle drive&lt;br /&gt;Stealing the young girl's hearts&lt;br /&gt;Just like Gene and Roy&lt;br /&gt;Singing those campfire songs&lt;br /&gt;Oh I should've been a cowboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've been a Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;I should've learned to rope and ride&lt;br /&gt;I'd be wearing my six-shooter riding my pony on a cattle drive&lt;br /&gt;Stealing the young girl's hearts&lt;br /&gt;Just like Gene and Roy&lt;br /&gt;Singing those campfire songs&lt;br /&gt;Oh I should've been a Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I should've been a Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I should've been a Cowboy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-115804499077864833?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-115739847775574267</id><published>2006-09-04T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T12:40:29.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Rock the Jukebox, Alan Jackson</title><content type='html'>1991&lt;br /&gt;Roger Murrah, Keith Stegall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/alan-jackson-jukebox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rock the jukebox&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear some Jones&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart aint ready&lt;br /&gt;For the Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like rocking&lt;br /&gt;Since my babys gone&lt;br /&gt;So don't rock the jukebox&lt;br /&gt;Play me a country song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you drop that quarter&lt;br /&gt;Keep one thing in mind&lt;br /&gt;You got a heartbroke hillbilly&lt;br /&gt;Standing here in line&lt;br /&gt;Ive been down and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Ever since she left&lt;br /&gt;Before you punch that number&lt;br /&gt;May I make one request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rock the jukebox&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear some Jones&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart aint ready&lt;br /&gt;For the Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like rocking&lt;br /&gt;Since my babys gone&lt;br /&gt;So don't rock the jukebox&lt;br /&gt;Play me a country song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint got nothing&lt;br /&gt;Against rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;But when your hearts been broken&lt;br /&gt;You need a song thats slow&lt;br /&gt;There aint nothing like a steel guitar&lt;br /&gt;To drown a memory&lt;br /&gt;Before you spend your money baby&lt;br /&gt;Play a song for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rock the jukebox&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear some Jones&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart aint ready&lt;br /&gt;For the Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like rocking&lt;br /&gt;Since my babys gone&lt;br /&gt;So don't rock the jukebox&lt;br /&gt;Play me a country song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-115739847775574267?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/115739847775574267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=115739847775574267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/115739847775574267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/115739847775574267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-rock-jukebox-alan-jackson.html' title='Don&apos;t Rock the Jukebox, Alan Jackson'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-115689775296461218</id><published>2006-08-29T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:39:26.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Don't Know She's Beautiful, Sammy Kershaw</title><content type='html'>1993&lt;br /&gt;Bob McDill, Paul Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.top-country-songs.com/images/sammy-keershaw.jpg" alt="Sammy Kershaw"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go out to a party somewhere&lt;br /&gt;The moment we walk in the door&lt;br /&gt;People stop and everybody stares&lt;br /&gt;She don't know what they're staring for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful [never crossed her mind]&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful [no she's not that kind]&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Though time and time I've told her so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes just walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;And someone lets a whistle out&lt;br /&gt;A girl like her she just can't see&lt;br /&gt;What the fuss is all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she don't know she's beautiful [never crossed her mind]&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful [no she's not that kind]&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Though time and time I've told her so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning comes and her hair's all a mess&lt;br /&gt;That's when she thinks she looks her worst&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this she don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she don't know she's beautiful [never crossed her mind]&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful [no she's not that kind]&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Though time and time I've told her&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful [never crossed her mind]&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful [no she's not that kind]&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Though time and time I've told her&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful [never crossed her mind]&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful [no she's not that kind]&lt;br /&gt;She don't know she's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Though time and time I've told her so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-115689775296461218?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/115689775296461218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-115655444651844496</id><published>2006-08-25T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:07:26.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garth Brooks, I Got Friends In Low Places Lyrics</title><content type='html'>When: 1990&lt;br /&gt;Writers: Dewayne Blackwell,, Bud Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Blame it all on my roots,&lt;br /&gt;I showed up in boots,&lt;br /&gt;And ruined your black tie affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one to know,&lt;br /&gt;The last one to show,&lt;br /&gt;I was the last one you tought you'd see there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a surprise,&lt;br /&gt;And the fear in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;When I took his glass of champange,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toasted you,&lt;br /&gt;Said honey we may be through,&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never hear me complain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cause I got friends in low places,&lt;br /&gt;Where the Whiskey drowns,&lt;br /&gt;And the Beer chases my blues away,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not big on social graces,&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll slip on down to the oasis,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got friends,&lt;br /&gt;In low places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was wrong I just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;but then I've been there before, everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll just say goodnight and I'll show myself to the door&lt;br /&gt;Hey I didn't mean to cause a big scene just give me an&lt;br /&gt;hour and then, I'll be as high as that Ivory Tower &lt;br /&gt;That you're living in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cause I got friends in low places,&lt;br /&gt;Where the Whiskey drowns,&lt;br /&gt;And the Beer chases my blues away,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not big on social graces,&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll slip on down to the oasis,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got friends,&lt;br /&gt;In low places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was wrong I just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;but then I've been there before, everythings alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll just say goodnight and I'll show myself to the door&lt;br /&gt;Hey I didn't mean to cause a big scene just wait 'til I finish this glass&lt;br /&gt;Then, sweet little lady I'll head back to the bar -haha- and you can kiss my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cause I got friends in low places,&lt;br /&gt;Where the Whiskey drowns,&lt;br /&gt;And the Beer chases my blues away,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not big on social graces,&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll slip on down to the oasis,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got friends,&lt;br /&gt;In low places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-115655444651844496?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-115578523955606289</id><published>2006-08-16T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:27:19.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother Jukebox, Mark Chesnutt, 1991</title><content type='html'>Brother jukebox, sister wine&lt;br /&gt;Mother freedom, father time&lt;br /&gt;Since she left me by myself&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only family I’ve got left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go down to that same old cafe&lt;br /&gt;Where I try to wash my troubles away&lt;br /&gt;I’m still down and I’m still all alone&lt;br /&gt;But it beats stayin’ home all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother jukebox, sister wine&lt;br /&gt;Mother freedom, father time&lt;br /&gt;Since she left me by myself&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only family I’ve got left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go home and I climb that old stairway&lt;br /&gt;And I tell myself tomorrow’s a new day&lt;br /&gt;But I know I’ll just go down again&lt;br /&gt;And spend my time with my new next-of-kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother jukebox, sister wine&lt;br /&gt;Mother freedom, father time&lt;br /&gt;Since she left me by myself&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only family I’ve got left&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-115578523955606289?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/115578523955606289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=115578523955606289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/115578523955606289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rundown bar&lt;br /&gt;Cross the railroad tracks&lt;br /&gt;I've got a table for two&lt;br /&gt;Way in the back&lt;br /&gt;Where I sit alone&lt;br /&gt;And think of losing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend most every night&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the light&lt;br /&gt;Of this neon moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your one and only&lt;br /&gt;There's always room here for the lonely&lt;br /&gt;To watch your broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Dance in and out of the beams&lt;br /&gt;Of a neon moon&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of two young lovers&lt;br /&gt;Running wild and free&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes see&lt;br /&gt;You in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Of this smoke-filled room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No telling how many tears&lt;br /&gt;I've sat here and cried&lt;br /&gt;Or how many lies&lt;br /&gt;That I've lied&lt;br /&gt;Telling my poor heart&lt;br /&gt;She'll come back someday&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;As long as there's light&lt;br /&gt;From a neon moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your one and only&lt;br /&gt;There's always room here for the lonely&lt;br /&gt;To watch your broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Dance in and out of the beams&lt;br /&gt;Of a neon moon&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jukebox plays on&lt;br /&gt;Drink by drink&lt;br /&gt;The words of every sad song&lt;br /&gt;Seem to say what I think&lt;br /&gt;This hurt inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't never gonna end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;As long as there's light&lt;br /&gt;From a neon moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your one and only&lt;br /&gt;There's always room here for the lonely&lt;br /&gt;To watch your broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Dance in and out of the beams&lt;br /&gt;Of a neon moon&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch your broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Dance in and out of the beams&lt;br /&gt;Of a neon moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch your broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Dance in and out of the beams&lt;br /&gt;Of a neon moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-115568277323251811?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/115568277323251811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=115568277323251811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/115568277323251811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32739620/posts/default/115568277323251811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/2006/08/neon-moon-brooks-dunn-1992.html' title='Neon Moon, Brooks &amp; Dunn, 1992'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350844577663872686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32739620.post-115560113339282530</id><published>2006-08-14T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:18:53.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here, Mark Wills, 1999</title><content type='html'>They kissed goodbye at the terminal gate&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You're gonna be late if you don't go"&lt;br /&gt;He held her tight, said, "I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll call you tonight to let you know"&lt;br /&gt;He bought a postcard, on the front it just said Heaven&lt;br /&gt;With a picture of the ocean and the beach&lt;br /&gt;And the simple words he wrote her&lt;br /&gt;Said he loved her and they told her&lt;br /&gt;How he'd hold her if his arms would reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here, wish you could see this place&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were near, I wish I could touch your face&lt;br /&gt;The weather's nice, it's paradise&lt;br /&gt;It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know&lt;br /&gt;They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a call that night but it wasn't from him&lt;br /&gt;It didn't sink in right away, ma'am the plane went down&lt;br /&gt;Our crews have searched the ground&lt;br /&gt;No survivors found she heard him say&lt;br /&gt;But somehow she got a postcard in the mail&lt;br /&gt;That just said Heaven with a picture of the ocean and the beach&lt;br /&gt;And the simple words he wrote her&lt;br /&gt;Said he loves and they told her&lt;br /&gt;How he'd love her if his arms would reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here, wish you could see this place&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were near, I wish I could touch your face&lt;br /&gt;The weather's nice, it's paradise&lt;br /&gt;It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know&lt;br /&gt;They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's nice, in paradise&lt;br /&gt;It's summertime all year and all the folks we know&lt;br /&gt;They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32739620-115560113339282530?l=90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://90s-top-country-songs.blogspot.com/feeds/115560113339282530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32739620&amp;postID=115560113339282530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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