Demun Jones – Campfire Cologne Lyrics (feat. Ryan Upchurch)

[Chorus: Upchurch]
When the sun goes down you know where I’ll be
With a case of good time and some John Deere green
Kickin’ sparks to the sky I’m in my zone
Every night sprayin’ on that campfire cologne
A campfire cologne
And you know I’m not alone
A campfire cologne

[Verse 1: Demun Jones]
That aroma on my clothes takes me back farther backyard
We’d build ourselves a pile and light up a bonfire
We’d have the best times and never even try
Good friends made good company we’d blast every time
We’d blaze it up and let it burn high
Dance around the flames joke on one another callin’ each other names
We never took it personal we was brothers and best friends
Just livin’ in the moment felt like it’d never end
We did some good smokin’, a good bit of day drinkin’
Stinkin’ up lies to tell and hell the river rope swingin’
I lost track of some of y’all but now you’re on my mind
And this smell on my shirt makes me think about the good times

[Chorus: Upchurch]
When the sun goes down you know where I’ll be
With a case of good time and some John Deere green
Kickin’ sparks to the sky I’m in my zone
Every night sprayin’ on that campfire cologne
A campfire cologne
And you know I’m not alone
A campfire cologne

[Verse 2: Demun Jones]
Man that smell on my clothes brings back the good times
We were all raisin’ hell, I’d sing songs and make rhymes
And no one was listenin’, then it was just y’all
On highway 18 in the yard playin’ ball
With no flags no tags strictly tackle
Then we’d crank a flame, crack a bottle and laugh like nothin’ happened
The smell from the pine tree, needles, and cones, is like a time machine
When it was David Jones
We didn’t have to be responsible and pay no bills
Wasn’t thinkin’ ’bout raisin’ babies, negotiatin’ deals
And even though I’m grateful now, I’ll never forget
The way we grew through the smell of the flames, it makes me reminisce

[Chorus: Upchurch]
When the sun goes down you know where I’ll be
With a case of good time and some John Deere green
Kickin’ sparks to the sky I’m in my zone
Every night sprayin’ on that campfire cologne
A campfire cologne
And you know I’m not alone
A campfire cologne

[Outro: Demun Jones]
Just light it up, light it up and let it burn high
Live your life the way you want to like you’ll never die
Just light it up, light it up and let it burn high
Live your life the way you want to like you’ll never die
Just light it up, light it up and let it burn high
Live your life the way you want to like you’ll never die
Just light it up, light it up and let it burn high
Live your life the way you want to like you’ll never die

Joey Feek – Red (If Not For You Album)

Red

If all the clothes you wear are camouflage

And you drive around in a dually Dodge
With a blue-tick hound ridin’ in the bed
You’re red, you’re red

If you’re into sittin’ in a tree stand for daylight
With an eight point buck in your sights
And not for sport but to keep your fed
You’re red, man you’re red

You’re red, white and blue
Country through and through

If your arms are tan and your chest is white
And your idea of eatin’ right
Is turnip greens, fried chicken and cornbread
You’re red, You’re red

Now, if you don’t know who your congressmen are
But you can name every driver in NASCAR
And you cried when you heard Earnhardt was dead
You’re red, man you’re red

You’re red, white and blue
Country through and through

You’re American lovin’, flag wavin’, northern-southern family raisin’
Workin’, playin’, heaven prayin’ country through and through

If Haggard sings your favorite song
And you learned the difference between right and wrong
With a hickory switch out behind the she’d
You’re red, you’re red

If your letter jacket says FFA
And you spend your summers bailin’ hay
With a John Deere cap sittin upon your head
You’re red, man you’re red
You’re red, you’re red
R-E-D

Maura O’connell – Trouble In The Fields lyrics

Baby, I know that we’ve got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locusts they’re turning away our yields
Our dreams roll by our silo, silver in the rain
And leave our pockets full of nothing and our dreams in the golden grain

Have you sees the folks in line downtown at the station?
They’re all buying their tickets out and they’re talking a great depression
Our parents had their hard times fifty years ago
When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snow

And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
They’ll never take our native soil
If we sell that new John Deere
Then we’ll work these farm with sweat and tears

You’ll be the mule, I’ll be the plow
Come harvest time, we’ll work it out
There’s still a lot of love
Here in these troubled fields

There’s a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
There’s a little bit of you and a little bit of me in the photos in every page
Now our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder

And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall these wounds can heal
They’ll never take our native soil, no
If we sell that new John Deere
Then we’ll work these farm with sweat and tears

You’ll be the mule, I’ll be the plow
Come harvest time, we’ll work it out
There’s still a lot of love
Here in these troubled fields

You’ll be the mule, I’ll be the plow
Come harvest time, we’ll work it out
There’s still a lot of love
Here in these troubled fields

Mac McAnally – Mississippi You’re On My Mind lyrics

Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind

I think I see a wagon rutted road
With the weeds growing tall between the tracks
And along one side an old rusty barbed wire fence
And beyond that sits an old tar paper shack

Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind

I think I hear a noisy old John Deere
In a field specked with dirty cotton lint
And below that field is a shady little creek
And there you’ll find the cool green leaves of mint

Mississippi you’re on my mind
Mississippi you’re on my mind
Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind

I think I smell a honeysuckle vine
And the heavy sweetness like to make me sick
And the dogs, my God, they’re hungry all the time
And the snakes are sleeping where the weeds are thick

Mississippi you’re on my mind
Mississippi you’re on my mind
Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind

I think I feel an old angry oven heat
And the southern sun just blazes in the sky
In the dusty weeds, an old fat grasshopper jumps
I want to make it to that creek before I fry

Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Mississippi, you’re on my mind
Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind