Providence Canyon

Written by Brent Cobb, Jason Saenz, and Bailey Cooke

On a night like tonight it’s easy to believe love really might be in the air
The temperature is perfect and I’m pretty sure spring won’t be going anywhere

So what do you say we all go down to
Providence Canyon
Carve our names in the side of a red clay wall
Somebody grab matches I’ll get the cooler
Why didn’t we think of this sooner
The night won’t last forever after all

Roll the windows down
kick your feet up on the dash, ride away
Four wheels and a rusted frame is all we got
but just the same
It’ll get us there

 What do you say we all go down to
Providence Canyon
Carve our names in the side of a red clay wall
I got the wheel somebody play an old song
That reminds us that we’re still young
The night won’t last forever after all

After all stars fall brighter there
I can’t recall a more peaceful piece of ground
After all tomorrow is unclear
After all these years

What do you say we all go down to
Providence Canyon
Carve our names in the side of a red clay wall
Somebody grab matches I’ve got the cooler
Why didn’t we think of this sooner
The night won’t last forever after all
Oh the night won’t last forever after all
No the night can’t last forever after all

King Of Alabama

Written by Brent Cobb, Adam Hood, and Jack Mills

Well I didn’t know him best, he’d say we were friends
We both rode the highways on a song
So I’m writing this one here in memory of him
Cause the king of Alabama has gone home

He was a man among men the old school kind
Had a great big heart a laid back mind
Let ya hold his guitar if he broke a string
If you thought he looked country
outta heard him sing

From Alabama cross the Rio Grande
He’d be black top down with a five-piece band
Not because he loved it, he did that too
But he did it man cause that’s what he was born to do

Some people calculate moves
He never had a thing to prove
He just let the wind take him where it may
It’s a damn shame the way things go
It’s too bad we have to lose the good folks
But the king of Alabama has gone home

Well nothing good ever happens after midnight
so the story goes
You can’t trust nobody it don’t matter how close
It was a friend that took him from his family
I keep his chain in my pocket his son in my prayers
Every stage I’m on I can feel him there, well

Some people calculate moves
He never had a thing to prove
He just let the wind take him where it may
It’s a damn shame the way things go
It’s too bad we have to lose the good folks
But the king of Alabama has gone home

Some people calculate moves
He never had a thing to prove
He just let the wind take him where it may
Honkytonk’s the trick. Get a guitar and grab a pick
Let the old tunes possess you and play
It’s a damn shame the way things go
It’s too bad we have to lose the good folks
But the king of Alabama
The king of Alabama

The king of Alabama has gone home

Mornin’s Gonna Come

Written by Brent Cobb, Aaron Rattiere, Neil Medley

Look at old barefoot shuffling across the outdoor
dance floor like he ain’t got no sense
His new girlfriend found her a pretty good fella
I guess if she’s into rednecks
Oh my no lie y’all better hold on tight
We got a lotta ice cold cheap beer flowing
around here Lord wish we had all night
But the mornin’s gonna come
And it won’t be no fun for anyone

Watch out for Miss coming up to you leaning
up on you wanna take you home tonight
She got herself a six-foot-fiver Mack truck driver
coming in hot and he loves to fight
Oh my no lie she’ll put it on you in a minute
With her double-wide cheetah print silk sheet
queen size it’s sure cozy while you’re in it
But the mornin’s gonna come
And it won’t be no fun for anyone, son

Oh my no lie there ain’t no turning back now
And you can’t undrink what you already drunk
And the moonlight’s gonna burn out
And the mornin’s gonna come
And it won’t be no fun for anyone
Yeah the mornin’s gonna come
And it won’t be no fun for anyone

Come Home Soon

Written by Brent Cobb

Never thought I’d be so far from Georgia
Georgia’s where I knew I’d always live and die
Now here I am traveling through Colorado
Living on the road just trying to survive

And it’s been so long since I’ve felt at home
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to belong anywhere
My woman’s scared
I might forget who I am too
If I don’t come home soon

Last night I drank until I passed out
In the middle of a crowd of folks I didn’t know
And I heard them laughing at me lying there
Face down in the dirt hugging a telephone pole

Now it’s a shame to be self-proclaimed free
While trapped by and blind
to symptoms of addiction
At 29 am I alive?
If I am I am just barely holding on to life

Music used to be my way to escape
The good the bad and everything between
Now it’s become what defines my name
Oh I wonder who it was I used to be
And if I still have the will
To finish what I started, right or wrong

God it’s been so long since I’ve felt at home
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to belong anywhere
And I’m scared I might forget who I am too
If I don’t come home soon

Sucker For A Good Time

Written by Brent Cobb, Anthony Cobb, and Jesse Miller

Well I guess I over did it 
Why can't I learn to quit it
There must be something bred in my bones
I heard them stories ‘bout my grandpappy
Getting down and rolling till dawn
Way down in Alabama just south of Tallahatta
The fellas hate to hear my name
Cause all their pretty girlfriends
Shun them Lord and leave me to blame
Well it's a mean scene man you never seen nothing
Like it and I ain't the kind to stretch out the truth
Every time I head south son
I always come back missing a tooth

Hey if work won't pay the first dime 
Might as well sell a hook line
Y'all it ain't my fault I'm just
A sucker for a good time

She was dressed in Dolce Vita 
Alone sippin’ tequilla 
Breathtakingly gorgeous in pearl 
A Eufaula temptress and
Soon to be my company girl
Well the band was slowly swinging when Jessica
Came to me asked, "when you think you gonna
save me a dance?"
In her eyes I sensed madness and whispered
“Honey here's your last chance”
She was a lap cat man I never had nothing like her
And I ain't the kind to scratch out a lie
While she was getting even
I was getting close to goodbye

Hey if work won’t pay the first dime
Might as well sell a hook line
Y’all it ain’t my fault I’m just
A sucker for a good time

I was on my way out the back when something
Caught me like a stack of cinder blocks 'cross the jaw
Overhead was a jealous red
Corn-fed and ready to brawl
When I finally found my feet
I turned to him the other cheek said
Mister take it if you want cause I'm owed it
But just know I didn't know she had herself
A sho‘nuff one and only
A man won't go where he ain't wanted bro

Hey if work won’t pay the first dime
Might as well sell a hook line
Y’all it ain’t my fault I’m just
A sucker for a good time

High In The Country

Written by Evan Donohue, Michael Harris, Stephen Smith, and Coley Franklin Hinson

Shoulda been a law man
Dominant hand with a radical creed
Shoulda punched clocks on the piers
And the docks making concrete
I’ve seen ships down in Savannah
Let their ivory sails soar
I could have gotten used to life at sea

Coulda been a doctor living in a mansion
Rich as I’d be
Would’ve had a fast car
Young blonde girlfriend all for free
I like to think in some town far away there’d be a man like I am now 
He would feel that he was losing touch

Lost too much
High in the country
Where the skies are blue
High in the country
Where I dream of you

Well I’m down with the devils
And down with the saints
I’m laying on thick fresh coats of paint
Take it all back take it all back jack
She never loved a damn thing never lost face
I would die a thousand deaths
To end up in her loving arms 
Every chance I had I threw away 

I spent everyday
High in the country
Where the skies are blue
High in the country 
Where I dreamed of you
Where I dreamed of you
Yes I dreamed of you

High in the country
Where the strong wind blew
High in the country
Where I dreamed of you
Still I dream of you

If I Don’t See Ya

Written by Brent Cobb, Neil Medley, and Adam Fischer

I keep my eyes on what’s coming
What’s behind me off my mind
I might waste a little money
But I sure don’t waste no time
If there’s clouds on the horizon
I might be gone ‘fore the rain
Or I may just stick around
And dance a number in your name
But if I don’t see ya, baby I’ll see ya

I keep a laundry list of troubles
And an ailment for the cure
Gotta junkyard full of questions
I don’t need answering no more
I’ve done learned the word goodbye
Don’t say it good enough for me
And it’s hard to say it for certain
When I don’t know where I’ll be
But if I don’t see ya, baby I’ll see ya

As long as I’ve been gone
You know I’ve missed you every day
Home is just a stone’s throw
And honey I’m on my way
And if you ain’t there when I walk through that door
I’ll understand your heart
Just could not take it anymore
And if I don’t see ya
Gonna hurt me so bad 
Oh don’t hurt me baby
Gonna miss you oh baby
Here come the night

.30-06

Written by Brent Cobb, Adam Hood, and Scotch Taylor

Don’t come around my house daddy ain’t home
If you care about your life you’ll leave mine alone
Been hearing some bad news, can’t be true
Cause I know she won’t go down that road
So it’s gotta be you
I hate if it’s you

This town’s too small
To be playing those kinda games
Messing around with another man’s woman
Gonna cause all kinds of pain
It won’t be mine gonna tell you one time
Don’t cross that line or you’re gonna get fixed
With a 30 aught 6

I work too hard to keep mama sho’nuff satisfied
If you heard the home fire ain’t burning
Somebody told ya lies
I do what I do for her so she don’t have to worry
Just cause I ain’t home some nights
Don’t mean that she’s lonely
She sure ain’t lonely

This town’s too small
To be playing those kinda games
Messing around with another man’s woman
Gonna cause all kinds of pain
It won’t be mine I’ll tell you one time 
Don’t cross that line or you’re gonna get fixed
With a 30 aught 6

This town’s too small
To be playing those kinda games
Messing around with another man’s woman
Gonna cause all kinds of pain
It won’t be mine I’ll tell you one time
Don’t cross that line lose your pride
It won’t be mine I’ll tell you one time
If you cross that line you’re gonna get fixed
With a 30 aught 6

Lorene

Written by Brent Cobb

Lorene why don’t you chase your dream
Yeah wipe the sleep right out of your eyes
That full bloom is bound to show up soon
Don’t let the moon be the ruin of your night

The cotton in the field it ain’t going nowhere
That property line is stubborn as your name
The corn in the kettle it will always be there
And you know town square has always
Looked the same

Lorene why don’t you leave tonight
It’ll be alright
I’m sure we’ll meet again
That rainbow leads to a pot of gold
Give it all your soul
Now you gotta go my friend

The cotton in the field it ain’t going nowhere
That property line is stubborn as your name
The corn in the kettle it will always be there
And you know town square has always
Looked the same, looked the same

Lorene your time has been well spent
If all else fades the memory’s enough
I won’t lie goodbye is bittersweet
But at least you and me, we got to love

When The Dust Settles

Written by Brent Cobb and Neil Medley

Now a days it’s a race to the top
You got one shot to make your mark
You can do what the whole crowd’s doing
Or you can do what’s in your heart
Well there’s money if you win it
If your heart ain’t in it well it ain’t worth a dime
So get your tombstone ready and your suit and
Tie steady cause you might as well be dying

So cut all my wires, slash my tires
Throw my keys off a Slaughter Creek bridge
If I get damned for giving a damn
You can’t say I never did
But there’s too many jacked up trucks in the way
And this dirt track’s getting old
When the dust settles I’ll get on down the road

It’s a shame that the love for the game ain’t what
The ride’s about no more
Well it’s nice to be number one
Hell that’s what we’re all here for
But ain’t there room for something that ain’t
Like nothing nobody ever saw
Well if there isn’t then forget it, you can have it
I’d rather not be known at all

So cut all my wires, slash my tires
Throw my keys off a Slaughter Creek bridge
If I get damned for giving a damn
You can’t say I never did
But there’s too many jacked up trucks in the way
And this dirt track’s getting old
When the dust settles I’ll get on down the road

Ain’t A Road Too Long

Written by Brent Cobb

Had people ask too many times in the past
Man, why do you do the work that you do?
Don’t you ever worry the means won’t lead to an end
and you’ll be stuck broke lonesome and blue

Now I ain’t the kind to go and mess with folks minds
I don’t intend to be offended too easily
Instead I grit and I grin

I tell them here’s the truth friend
I only do the sort of work that pleases me
Let me lay it on you like this

There ain’t a road too long
All I got is my good name
And my family waiting back home
So I keep driving, stay in my lane
There ain’t a load too heavy to haul
To keep me gone
There ain’t a road too long

Now don’t get me wrong
Sometimes it’s tough going on
Takes all I got to not just give it a rest
But it ain’t as hard as it seems
Keeping a grip on a dream
I mean I know I’m overflowing with blessed
With the support of a wife I thank God for my life
And all my lucky stars above
I try to focus on the moment
And mostly good emotions
Like happy, gratitude and love
So listen to me

There ain’t a road too long
All I got is my good name
And my family waiting back home
So I keep driving, stay in my lane  
There ain’t a load too heavy to haul
To keep me gone
There ain’t a road too long

All I got is my good name
And my family waiting back home
So I keep driving, stay in my lane
There ain’t a load too heavy to haul
To keep me gone insane
There ain’t a road too long