Trace Adkins

[fox69]

"Wayfaring Stranger"

"Wayfaring Stranger"



I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, no toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over to Jordan
I'm only going over home
Yes, Lord

I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over to Jordan
I'm only going over to home
Goin' home now
Oh, somebody show me the way home

 

[fox69]

"We Three Kings"
(feat. Sonya Isaacs)

"We Three Kings"
(feat. Sonya Isaacs)



We three Kings of Orient are
bearing gifts we travel so far
field and fountain, moor and mountain
following yonder star.

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
gold I bring to crown em again
King forever, ceasing never
over us all to rein,

Ohh star of wonder, star of night
star with royal beauty bright
westward leading still proceeding
guide us to Thy perfect light.

Glorious night be hold Him a rust
king and God and sacrifice
Hallelujah, hallelujah
earn to heavenly price.

Ohh star of wonder, star of night
star with royal beauty bright
westward leading still proceeding
guide us by perfect light.

Ohh star of wonder, star of night
star with royal beauty bright
westward leading still proceeding
guide us by perfect light.
Perfect light

 

[fox69]

"When I Stop Loving You"

"When I Stop Loving You"



I was sitting in a truck stop, overheard a conversation
He was spilling out his heart and soul to her
He had that diamond in his hand, he was a lovesick, desperate man
Trying with all his might when he found the words
And he said

There'll be no peaches down in Georgia, no oil in Oklahoma
No sun in Arizona, no stars in California
No cowboys out in Texas, no wheat fields in Kansas
No Colorado skies of blue
When I stop loving you
When I stop loving you

For a moment he was heart broke, as she smiled and hesitated
She was looking like she couldn't make up her mind
Then he went down on one knee in front of God, the crowd and me
Swallowed hard and gave it one more try

There'll be no cars in Detroit City, no cotton in Mississippi
No mountains in Montana, no red clay in Alabama
No bluegrass in Kentucky, Vegas won't be lucky
And Memphis won't be home of the blues
When I stop loving you

Everybody in that truck stop held their breath
As he waited to hear what she would say
They all stood up and cheered when she said yes
And he promised her until his dying day

There'll be no peaches down in Georgia, no oil in Oklahoma
No sun in Arizona, no stars in California
No cowboys out in Texas, no wheat fields in Kansas
No Colorado skies of blue

There'll be no cars in Detroit City, no cotton in Mississippi
No mountains in Montana, No red clay in Alabama
No bluegrass in Kentucky, Vegas won't be lucky
And Memphis won't be home of the blues

When I stop loving you (no peaches down in Georgia)
When I stop loving you (no oil in Oklahoma)
Girl, when I stop loving you

 

[fox69]

"Whoop A Man's Ass"

"Whoop A Man's Ass"



Every now and then you gotta take it on the chin
And gotta turn the other cheek
But then there's times your old stubborn pride
Don't back down so easily

And you got no choice but to let your voice
Be heard and hold your ground
And that's the point that he'll get the point
And you'll probably back down

But if he bolts up and steps across that line
You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

Man, I'll be the first one here to call you crazy
If you let me catch you cussin' and akin to roughin' up a lady
And God forbid that anybody mess with mine
You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

Yeah, I let it slide when the liquored up guy
Asked me, "Boy, what you lookin' at?"
And I kept my cool when the reckless fool
Put a dent in my Cadillac

And I don't care if my long hair
Draws stares the way it does
As long as you ain't throwin' sticks and stones
You'd probably be alright 'cause

I'll take the high road if I can out of a bind
But you gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

Man, I'll be the first one here to call you crazy
If you let me catch you cussin' and akin to roughin' up a lady
And God forbid that anybody mess with mine
You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

Man, I'll be the first one here to call you crazy
If you let me catch you cussin' and akin to roughin' up a lady
And God forbid that anybody mess with that little girl of mine
You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes
You gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

Hmm, that's right
Yeah, you gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes

 

[fox69]

"Words Get In The Way"

"Words Get In The Way"



I wanna tell you that I'm sorry
I wanna say that I was wrong
I wanna tell you that this circus
That we been living in
Ain't where we belong
It's like the Grand Canyon
And we're out here on the edge
But we're still standin'
Baby we haven't fallen yet

I don't wanna talk anymore tonight
Fallin' through the trap
Of who's wrong and who's right
It's easy to see
The way you're lookin' at me
That you just want the same things
That I do
All I want is to make love to you
There's really nothing to say
Don't let our words get in the way

We both know love's not perfect
It's good, it's bad, it's everything
You know what makes it worth it
For the all the moments in between
There's a deep ocean
Sometimes it's sink or swim
These are real emotions
So baby let's dive in

I don't wanna talk anymore tonight
Fallin' through the trap
Of who's wrong and who's right
It's easy to see
The way you're lookin' at me
That you just want the same things
That I do
All I want is to make love to you
There's really nothing to say
Don't let our words get in the way

Baby

You just want the same things
That I do
All I want is to make love to you
There's really nothing to say
Don't let our words get in the way
Oh
Don't let our words get in the way
Don't let our words

 

[fox69]

"Working Man's Wage"

"Working Man's Wage"



I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
And I've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun
Move those mountains one by one

And I've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and I've watched him age
Raising a family on a working man's wage

I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And I hope I am worthy of a working man's wage

I pick this guitar six nights a week
Daddy can't believe they're paying me
It would be so easy to let it go to my head
But there's just one thing that I can't forget

I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And I hope I am worthy, I hope I am worthy
Of a working man's wage

I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age

 

[fox69]

"You're Gonna Miss This"

"You're Gonna Miss This"


She was staring out that window, of that SUV
Complaining, saying I can't wait to turn 18
She said I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules
Mamma put the car in park out there in front of the school
Then she kissed her head and said I was just like you

[Chorus]
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These Are Some Good Times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this

Before she knows it she's a brand new bride
In a one-bedroom apartment, and her daddy stops by
He tells her It's a nice place
She says It'll do for now
Starts talking about babies and buying a house
Daddy shakes his head and says Baby, just slow down

[Chorus]
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These Are Some Good Times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this

Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater
Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'
One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'
She keeps apologizin'
He says They don't bother me.
I've got 2 babies of my own.
One's 36, one's 23.
Huh, it's hard to believe, but ...

[Chorus]
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These Are Some Good Times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
You're gonna miss this
Yeah, you're gonna miss this