Days of Gold

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  1. Days of GoldLYRICS
    Days of Gold

    Days of Gold

    Long truck bed, hop in it
    Fire-engine red like her lipstick
    Out here we can let it go
    Just me and my good friends
    Jug of wine, a little sin
    Out here, baby, you just never know

    Yeah, these are the days of gold
    Well, it’s a southern summer
    Whiskey’s in the air
    Dogs on the burner
    Beer's ice cold, gotta pretty little lady to hold
    It’s a southern summer
    That sun’s shinin’ down like daddy's silver dollar
    Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold

    A little July sky so high
    Moonshine by the riverside
    Stealin’ hearts and runnin’ wild
    Yeah, our own world Tennessee
    Boys and girls runnin’ free
    Out here it’s good times for miles
    Yeah, these are the days of gold

    Well, it’s a southern summer
    Whiskey’s in the air
    Dogs on the burner
    Beer's ice cold, gotta pretty little lady to hold
    It’s a southern summer
    That sun’s shinin’ down like daddy's silver dollar
    Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold

    A little bit of you, little bit of me
    What you wanna do, what’s it gonna be
    We can get wild, we can live free
    Or you can shake it for me, baby, like a tambourine
    A slice of watermelon and you spit the seed
    Sweat on your back stickin’ to the seat
    We can sneak off to beat the heat
    I’ll be buzzin’ on you, honey, like a bumble bee

    Yeah, it’s a southern summer
    Whiskey’s in the air
    Dogs on the burner
    Beer's ice cold, gotta pretty little lady to hold
    It’s a southern summer
    That sun’s shinin’ down like daddy's silver dollar
    Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold

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  2. Beachin'LYRICS
    Days of Gold

    Beachin'

    Just watchin’ her blonde hair, sunburned stare
    At them white caps rollin’ over
    Laid back in a thrift store beach chair droppin’ limes in a Corona
    Well, she looks back, yeah, she throws me a kiss like honey I sure want ya
    And it's a 103 between her and me
    And only 92 in Daytona

    And it’s sunshine, blue eyes
    Tan lines, slow tide rollin’
    White sand, cold can
    Coozie in my hand
    Just a summertime strollin
    'Chillin’, breezin’, sippin’, singin’, whoa

    Beachin’

    We got two for ones, we’re at a margarita bar
    Whatever happens happens
    And there's a reggae band full of dread heads just a sittin’ in the corner laughin’
    Oh, my baby walks over drops a twenty in the jar
    She smiles and shakes it at me
    Yeah, she gets ‘em goin’, she get's ‘em playin’
    A little Don’t Worry Be Happy

    And its sunshine, blue eyes
    Tan lines, slow tide rollin’
    White sand, cold can
    Coozie in my hand
    Just a summertime strollin’
    Chillin’, breezin’, sippin’, singin’, whoa

    Beachin’

    Aww, yeah
    Little palm tree leanin’
    I gotta margarita here in my hand
    Doin’ a little drinkin’

    Talkin’ ‘bout sunshine, blue eyes
    Tan lines, slow tide rollin’
    White sand, cold can
    Coozie in my handJust a summertime strollin’
    Chillin’, breezin’, sippin’, singin’ whoa

    Beachin’

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  3. 1972LYRICS
    Days of Gold

    1972

    1972
    Daddy drove a Nova that was sky blue
    He worked at a record store after school
    Called Sympathy For The Vinyl

    1972
    Turntable in the basement made you cool
    A hippie girl, couple cold beers, spinnin' tunes
    You got your own rock ‘n roll revival

    Girl, you know they did it right
    So come on over tonight

    I'm gonna rock ya’ like Zeppelin and roll ya’ like The Stones
    Blow out them speakers in my old headphones
    Gonna Fly Like An Eagle
    When I drop the needle in the groove, alright
    I'm gonna get them LPs down from the attic
    With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static
    We'll be chillin’ like a villain on some Dylan
    While we're killin’ some brews, alright
    We gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972

    Well, it'll just be me and you
    Playin’ air drums with The Who’s Keith Moon
    You know the good ones always die too soon
    Like Jimi, Jim and Joplin

    Yeah, kickin’ back, cuttin’ loose
    Sippin’ on Jack, that’s what we doIt don't matter, baby girl, ‘cause in a few
    You’re gonna hear heaven a-knockin’

    Look out

    I'm gonna rock ya’ like Zeppelin and roll ya’ like The Stones
    Blow out them speakers in my old headphones
    Gonna Fly Like An Eagle
    When I drop the needle in the groove, alright
    I'm gonna get them LPs down from the attic
    With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static
    We'll be chillin’ like a villain on some Dylan
    While we're killin’ some brews, alright
    Let’s kick it like the kids did in 1972

    Yeah, I’m gonna rock ya’ like Zeppelin and roll ya’ like The Stones
    Blow out them speakers in my old headphones
    Gonna Fly Like An Eagle
    When I drop the needle in the groove
    I'm gonna get them LPs down from the attic
    With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static
    We'll be chillin’ like a villain on some Dylan
    While we're killin’ some brews, alright
    Lets kick it like the kids did in 1972

    Yeah, we’re gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972

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  4. Ghost TownLYRICS
    Days of Gold

    Ghost Town

    Thought it was safe to go outside
    But I guess I was wrong
    Thought I could take a little ride
    Just to see what was going on
    Girl, I know it’s been a while
    A while since you’ve been goneI swear, oh, but baby, I still see you everywhere

    Around every corner, café, back road, stop sign, stoplight, streetlight glow
    Around every highway, driveway, fast song, slow song, on my radio
    At every party, dive bar, backseat, my car
    Sounds crazy I know
    But you just keep hanging around
    You got me living in a ghost town
    Girl, I see you every road I go down
    Your memory and me about to throw down
    Show down
    Whoa now
    Why’d you leave me livin’ in a ghost town

    Across the room I see your face then it disappears
    I hear your voice call out my name
    Whisperin’ in my ear
    I reach for you but you’re not here
    You’re still here

    Around every corner, café, back road, stop sign, stoplight, streetlight glow
    Around every highway, driveway, fast song, slow song, on my radio
    At every party, dive bar, backseat, my car
    Sounds crazy I know
    But you just keep hanging around
    You got me living in a ghost town
    Girl, I see you every road I go down
    Your memory and me about to throw down
    Show downWhoa now
    Why’d you leave me livin’ in a ghost town

    Well, I know you don’t want me
    So why oh why oh why
    Do you haunt me

    Around every corner, café, back road, stop sign, stoplight, streetlight glow
    Around every highway, driveway, fast song, slow song, on my radio
    At every party, dive bar, backseat, my car
    Sounds crazy I know
    But you just keep hanging around
    You got me living in a ghost town
    Girl, I see you every road I go down
    Your memory and me about to throw down
    Show down
    Whoa now
    Why’d you leave me livin’ in a ghost town

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  5. Life of the PartyLYRICS
    Days of Gold

    Life of the Party

    Swore I was gonna tell ‘em the truth
    That was ‘til everybody started asking ‘bout you
    And I didn’t know what to say
    Came up with some lame excuse
    Why you were gone
    Said you were gonna come later on
    Painted a smile on my face
    Like everything was okay

    I was hangin’ around rockin’ the crowd
    Everybody singin’ along to my songs
    Takin’ my shots
    Throwin’ ‘em back, actin’ like you ain’t gone
    Well, I don’t want ‘em to know I’m all alone and I ain’t got nobody
    I don’t want ‘em to see I’m dyin’ inside
    So I guess I’ll be the life, life of the party

    And then one of your friends came up and gave me a hug
    And asked me how we’ve been
    I smiled and said we’re better than we’ve ever been
    Well, I don’t know why I had to lie
    Guess I didn’t wanna tell her that you said goodbye
    I couldn’t even look her in the eye
    So I kept on

    Hangin’ around rockin’ the crowd
    Everybody singin’ along to my songs
    Takin’ my shots
    Throwin’ ‘em back, actin’ like you ain’t gone
    Well, I don’t want ‘em to know I’m all alone and I ain’t got nobodyI don’t want ‘em to see I’m dyin’ inside
    So I guess I’ll be the life, life of the party

    Everybody thinkin’ I’m feelin’ good
    Everybody thinkin’ I’m havin’ a real good time
    Don’t know the truth about you and I

    So I’m
    Hangin’ around rockin’ the crowd
    Everybody singin’ along to my songs
    Takin’ my shots
    Throwin’ ‘em back, actin’ like you ain’t gone
    Yeah, I don’t want ‘em to know I’m all alone and I ain’t got nobody
    I don’t want ‘em to see I’m dyin’ inside
    So I guess I’ll be the life, life of the party

    Life of the party, life of the party
    So I guess I’ll be the life, life of the party

    Swore I was gonna tell ‘em the truth
    But I didn’t know what to say

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  6. Good TimingLYRICS
    Days of Gold

    Good Timing

    Looks like your cup’s empty
    And you’re all alone
    I got the good stuff with me
    Can you hear that song that just came on

    Girl, I can tell that you’re feelin’ it
    I see the words rollin’ off your lips
    Ain’t it crazy cool
    Same night, same spot
    Don’t it look like we got some
    Good timing

    Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining
    It feels like it was meant to be, yeah
    No I don’t think its coincidence
    Running into you here like this
    Sparks flyingI see you smiling
    Baby, ain’t it crazy we got
    Good timing

    Look up at that sky girl
    It’s a full moon night
    You just broke up with somebody
    Baby, so did I just the other night girl
    Can you believe what time it is11:11 let’s make a wish
    We gonna have a night we’ll never forget
    And it ain’t over yet
    Girl, we got some
    Good timing

    Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining
    It feels like it was meant to be, yeah
    No I don’t think its coincidence
    Running into you here like this
    Sparks flyingI see you smiling
    Baby, ain’t it crazy we got
    Good timing

    It used to be the only luck I had
    Was a day late, dollar short, always bad
    And then I saw your face and it all changed up
    Baby, just like thatIt’s alright
    Right on the money, on the spot
    Girl, we got some
    Good timing

    Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining
    It feels like it was meant to be, yeah
    No I don’t think its coincidence
    Running into you here like this
    Sparks flying
    I see you smiling
    Baby, ain’t it crazy we got
    Good timing
    Good timing
    Good timing

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  7. Tall Glass of SomethingLYRICS
    Days of Gold

    Tall Glass of Something

    It’s a hundred degrees down in Macon
    And that’s makin' me wanna drink (aw, yes it does, uh huh)

    Got a truck full of peaches, ain’t no beaches ‘round here
    But we got a skatin’ rink

    There’s a bar in the back, that’s where we’re hangin’
    It’s a kiddie pool and a hose kinda thing
    We need ice, solos, toyos
    Lift ‘em up

    I need a tall glass of something nice and strong
    A little liquor and a loving baby all night long
    I need a kick in the chest, a shock to the lips
    A little hot mess, martini shake your hipsI say tequila margarita, senorita, please
    Chase it down with a Corona and some Sex on the Beach
    A yella umbrella for this fella, kiss on my cheek
    Just you and me, that’s all I need
    Oh and a tall glass of somethin’

    Sippin’ and a-chuggin’
    Sippin’ and a-chuggin’
    Ch-ch-ch-chuggin’
    Sippin’ and a-chuggin’
    Sippin’ and a-chuggin’
    Ch-ch-ch-chuggin’
    Ch-ch-ch-chuggin’

    I’ll tell you one thing about me
    I get thirsty about 5:30
    In the sunshine or the rain
    So choo choo, baby
    C’mon hop on the train

    Lift 'em up

    I need a tall glass of something nice and strong
    A little liquor and a loving baby all night long
    I need a kick in the chest, a shock to the lips
    A little hot mess, martini, shake your hips
    I say tequila margarita, senorita, please
    Chase it down with a Corona and some sex on the beach
    A yella umbrella for this fella, kiss on my cheek
    Just you and me, that’s all I need
    Oh and a tall glass of somethin’

    I need a tall glass of something nice and strong
    A little liquor and a loving baby all night long
    I need a kick in the chest, a shock to the lips
    A little hot mess, martini shake your hips
    I say tequila margarita, senorita, please
    Chase it down with a Corona and some sex on the beach
    A yella umbrella for this fella, kiss on my cheek
    Just you and me, that’s all I need
    Oh and a tall glass of somethin’

    Sippin’ and a-chuggin’
    Sippin’ and a-chuggin’
    Ch-ch-ch-chuggin’
    Sippin’ and a-chuggin’
    Sippin’ and a-chuggin’
    Ch-ch-ch-chuggin’
    Ch-ch-ch-chuggin’

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  8. One Little Kiss (Never Killed Nobody)LYRICS
    Days of Gold

    One Little Kiss (Never Killed Nobody)

    I saw your number on my phone
    I said, yeah, I’m here alone
    I saw the lights, opened the door
    ‘Fore you rang my bell
    Hey, how you been
    Then you leaned in
    And I just told myself

    One little kiss never killed nobody
    One little drink never wrecked no party
    Thought we were over, baby
    But you kept getting closer, baby
    One little touch never broke no heart, girl
    But I always wanna finish what you start, girl
    Now you’re gone and it’s hittin’ me
    Like a bullet and it’s hard to breathe
    One little kiss never killed nobody but me

    Ain’t goin’ out, ain’t gettin’ drunk
    Don’t need a shot to get messed up
    I’m thumbin’ through pictures of you
    Replaying our last night
    Thought I’d be fine to see you one more time
    Yeah, right

    One little kiss never killed nobody
    One little drink never wrecked no party
    Thought we were over baby
    But you kept getting closer, baby
    One little touch never broke no heart, girl
    But I always wanna finish what you start, girl
    Now you’re gone and it’s hittin’ me
    Like a bullet and it’s hard to breathe
    One little kiss never killed nobody but me

    Right here
    Wishin’ I never would’ve listened
    When you whispered in my ear
    Last night
    When you said
    Baby, it’s alright

    One little kiss never killed nobody
    One little drink never wrecked no party
    Thought we were over baby
    But you kept getting closer, baby
    One little touch never broke no heart, girl
    But I always wanna finish what you start, girl
    Now you’re gone and it’s hittin’ me
    Like a bullet and it’s hard to breathe
    One little kiss never killed nobody but me
    Nobody but meNobody but me
    Nobody but meNobody but me

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  9. What We Ain't GotLYRICS
    Days of Gold

    What We Ain't Got

    We all want what we ain’t got
    Our favorite doors are always locked
    On a higher hill with a taller top
    We all want what we ain’t got

    We ain’t happy where we are
    There’s greener grass in the neighbor’s yard
    A bigger house and a faster car
    We ain’t happy where we are

    All I want is what I had
    I’d trade it all just to get her back
    She’s moving on but I guess I’m not
    Yeah, we all want what we ain’t got

    We all wish it didn’t hurt
    When you try your best
    And it doesn’t work
    And goodbye is such a painful word
    We all wish it didn’t hurt

    All I want is what I had
    I’d trade it all just to get her back
    She’s moving on but I guess I’m not
    Yeah, we all want what we ain’t got

    All I want is what I had
    Yeah, I’d trade it all just to get her back
    She’s moving on but I guess I’m not
    Yeah, we all want what we ain’t got

    Yeah, I wanted the world ‘til my whole world stopped
    You know a love like that ain’t easily forgot
    I guess we all want what we ain’t got
    Yeah, we all want what we ain’t got

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  10. TipsyLYRICS
    Days of Gold

    Tipsy

    You got your hands all over me
    Sure making this room spin
    Movin’ your body to the beat
    Sure got me feeling
    Like I’m losin’ it
    Oh, but girl, keep doing it

    Jack in my Coke’s got me dizzy, dizzy
    Radio rockin’ a little Nitty Gritty ditty
    Whoa-oh, it’s a Saturday night
    You shake it so sweet
    You got me on a sugar high
    And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey
    That’s got me feeling all tipsy, tipsy
    I can feel myself about to fall
    Every time you kiss me, kiss me
    I better lean you up against the wall
    Oh, I’m tipsy, tipsy

    The way you rock that mini skirt
    Yeah, you turn me right-side down
    Girl, you’re makin’ my vision blur
    It ain’t what I’m sippin’
    Got me trippin’ now
    Girl, you lookin’ so fine tonight
    I couldn’t walk a straight line tonight

    Jack in my Coke’s got me dizzy, dizzy
    Radio rockin’ a little Nitty Gritty ditty
    Whoa-oh, it’s a Saturday night
    You shake it so sweet
    You got me on a sugar high
    And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey
    That’s got me feeling all tipsy, tipsy
    I can feel myself about to fall
    Every time you kiss me, kiss me
    I better lean you up against the wall
    Oh, I’m tipsy, tipsy

    The way the moon’s going ‘round and ‘round
    I was thinking we should just lay down

    Jack in my Coke’s got me dizzy, dizzy
    Radio rockin’ a little Nitty Gritty ditty
    Whoa-oh, it’s a Saturday night
    You shake it so sweet
    You got me on a sugar high
    And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey
    That’s got me feeling all tipsy, tipsy
    I can feel myself about to fall
    Every time you kiss me, kiss me
    I better lean you up against the wall
    Oh, I’m tipsy, tipsy

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  11. Drivin' All NightLYRICS
    Days of Gold

    Drivin' All Night

    There wasn’t nothing as pretty in Panama City as you
    That’s what I took away from that spring break that year
    And there wasn’t no shortcut down to LSU
    But it wasn’t like it was hard talking me into

    Drivin’ all night, drivin’ all night
    Drivin’ like a bat outta hell
    Cheap motels calling my name
    No way I was stopping this Chevy
    Red Bulls keeping my lead foot heavy
    1, 1:30, 2, 2:30 3 am
    Steve Earle out, Tom Petty back in
    Bird dog working hard
    Giving them blue lights away, hey
    Drivin’ all night, drivin’ all night
    Drivin’ all night
    Just to hold you for a day

    You’re a rum runner kiss that I still get drunk on
    You’re a text, you’re a call that falls out of the blue
    You’re a snapshot in my head and on my phone
    And you ain’t gotta ask twice
    I‘m already gone, girl, I’m gone

    Drivin’ all night, drivin’ all night
    Drivin’ like a bat outta hell
    Cheap motels calling my name
    No way I’m stopping this Chevy
    Red Bulls keeping my lead foot heavy
    1, 1:30, 2, 2:30 3 am
    Steve Earle out, Tom Petty back in
    Bird dog working hard
    Giving them blue lights away, hey
    Drivin’ all night, drivin’ all night
    Drivin’ all night
    Just to hold you for a day

    Girl, you ain’t never too outta the way
    All you gotta do is say the word and I’ll get to you
    I’ll keep rocking and rolling right on through
    1, 1:30, 2, 2:30 3 am
    Steve Earle out, Tom Petty back in
    Bird dog working hard
    Giving them blue lights away, hey
    Drivin’ all night, drivin’ all night
    Drivin’ all night
    Just to hold you for a day

    You keep me drivin’ all night
    Wasn’t nothing as pretty in Panama City as you

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  12. Sure Feels RightLYRICS
    Days of Gold

    Sure Feels Right

    I’ve always had a thing for girls that dance
    When they get a little tipsy
    Corona cold in your hand, your brushed-back hairI took another sip of whiskey
    And I didn't let the ice cubes melt in the bottom of my plastic cup

    And I said, hey, pretty girl, you wanna get outta here and you looked up
    Lookin’ in your big blue eyes
    Laying there that night

    I saidThis sure feels dangerous to meIt feels like a struck match kissin’ gasoline
    It feels a little better than it ever has
    It sure feels good, baby, let's be bad
    I feel your heartI feel you there
    I feel a little braveI feel a little scared tonight
    And it sure feels right

    Well, the sunrise hit the window and there you were
    In my Alabama t-shirt
    Wildflower angel, sweet like a dream
    You got me thinkin’ ‘bout those three words
    And I didn't sneak off like I’d done so many times before

    And you opened up your eyes and gave me a kiss
    I said give me one more
    And in those twisted covers
    We were more than lovers

    And you said
    This sure feels dangerous to meIt feels like a struck match kissin’ gasoline
    It feels a little better than it ever has
    It sure feels good, baby, let's be bad
    I feel your heart
    I feel you there
    I feel a little brave
    I feel a little scared in the mornin’ light
    And it sure feels right

    It sure feels right

    It sure feels dangerous to meIt feels like a struck match kissin’ gasoline
    It feels a little better than it ever has
    It sure feels good, baby, let's be bad
    I feel your heart
    I feel you there
    I feel a little braveI feel a little scared tonight
    And it sure feels right

    It sure feels right
    And it sure feels right
    And it sure feels right

    Hey, babe, why don’t we go out tonight
    And relive that time
    Corona cold in your hand, your brushed-back hair
    I'll sip on my whiskey
    You know I always had a thing for girls that dance
    When they get a little tipsy

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