• WHISKEY AND A GUN
    Lisa Carver
    ©2010 Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing/
    Big Alpha Writers Group (ASCAP)
    
    He smelled like gin with a hint of her
    Up ‘til then I wasn’t sure
    But he smiled and said “The boys said to tell you hey”
    I was kicked back in his easy chair
    Holding a fifth tapping the barrel
    Of a fresh cleaned steel blue polished up .38
    And I was kind of hoping he’d at least look scared
    But all he said was “Okay she was good and you don’t dare”
    
    Looking back now I probably should’ve let him run
    Paybacks are hell where I come from
    You don’t look a woman in the eye
    And smile when she knows what you’ve done
    And she’s holding whiskey and a gun
    
    Well the sun shines gray in the prison yard
    Life to go was going hard
    When the warden started getting sweet on me
    He snuck me up to a room one night
    Poured me some ’skey gave me a light
    And I smoked slow and waited ’til he was done
    And I thought that was that ’til he got rough and I fought back
    When I grabbed his pistol he laughed and said
    “Girl you ain’t got the guts”
    Now they’re strapping me down and I’m scared to die
    Now I ain’t the kind of girl to cry
    But I find myself asking God for mercy
    My hands are cold as I start to slip
    Sodium theopentol drips
    And I find myself wondering if He heard me
    
    Looking back now I probably should’ve let ’em run
    I bet paybacks are hell there where I’m goin’
    But any fool should know you don’t look a woman in the way
    And smile when she knows what you’ve done
    And she’s holdin’ whiskey and a gun
    
    WAKE UP OLDER
    Lisa Carver
    ©2010 Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing/
    Big Alpha Writers Group (ASCAP)
    
    I slept in my makeup
    Didn‘t get my teeth brushed
    Crashed on the couch
    Now my mouth tastes like yesterday’s news
    
    Well hello Jim Beam
    Oh the places you’ve seen
    If only you could talk
    You’d tell me why he walked out on me and you
    
    Oh the things lovers do when it’s over
    Oh the things lovers do when it’s done
    Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
    Wake up older and try to move on
    
    Drove around last night
    Thinkin’ ‘bout our last fight
    Cruised by your house
    All the lights were out and you were gone
    
    So I found me a stranger
    ‘Cause there’s comfort in danger
    But I thought about you
    The whole time we were getting it on
    
    Oh the things lovers do when it’s over
    Oh the things lovers do when it’s done
    Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
    Wake up older and try to move on
    
    EVERYDAY AMERICA
    Lisa Carver, Kristian Bush, Jennifer Nettles
    ©2006 Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing
    Big Alpha Writers Group (BMI)/EMI Blackwood Music/
    Dirkpit Music (BMI)/Jennifer Nettles Publishing (ASCAP)
    
    I grew up on a tightrope
    Learned to smile even when I was falling down
    Daddy had a hard hand and Momma always had hope
    And me and my sister couldn’t wait to get out
    Fell in love out of college
    Good man but a bad year
    Visions of better dreams and boxes of roses
    All my girlfriends cried and I was out of there
    
    Whoa everybody’s dreaming big
    Whoa everybody’s just getting by
    That’s how it goes in Everyday America
    Little towns full of great big lives
    
    Joey stares at a trophy
    He took us all the way to State back in ’85
    Shining moment dusty reminder
    He never felt so scared he never felt so alive
    Now there’s toys in the backyard
    Daddy’s boys well you know how they like to fight
    But when they sleep he swears they are angels
    And he wouldn’t trade a day for all those Friday nights
    
    Whoa everybody’s dreaming big
    Whoa everybody’s just getting by
    That’s how it goes in Everyday America
    Little towns full of great big lives
    
    We can laugh we can cry
    We’re all just looking for the reasons why
    We face the dark ‘til we see the light
    Oh you know it’ll be alright
  • MISS YOU
    Lisa Carver
     ©2011 Stage Three Songs/Carvee Tunes (ASCAP)
    Administered by BMG Rights Management (US) LLC
    
    I’m puttin’ all the ornaments back in plastic shells
    Packing them in boxes for the attic
    The tree is looking lost needles dropping off like tears
    As I drag it out the door and let the sidewalk have it
    
    I’m gonna miss you
    I will remember you here
    I’m gonna miss you this year
    
    I’m walking in a cold rain around and round the block
    Would it kill the sky to throw a couple snowflakes
    I’d hold them on my tongue to remember how it felt
    To melt inside a kiss in February
    
    I’m gonna miss you
    I will remember you here
    I’m gonna miss you this year
    
    When fireworks glow parades go by
    When Summer fades into Autumn nights
    
    I’m gonna miss you
    I will remember you here
    I’m gonna miss you this year
    
    BORN TO SURVIVE
    Lisa Carver, Teresa Ross
    ©2011 Big Red Tractor/Chugwa Mountain Music (ASCAP)
    administered by Big Loud Bucks/Copyright Control
    Teresa Angela McCann Music (BMI) Administered by
    Bluewater Music Services Corp. 
    
    Girl I’ve been right here where you are right now
    Like the whole world’s just watchin’ while you drown
    If lonely and fragile had a sound
    It’d be a petal on a rapid going down
    
    When you can’t speak
    You learn to sing
    Where there’s nowhere to run
    You find your wings
    When you’re lying on the ground
    And all that’s left is open sky
    You realize you were born to survive
    
    Hearts get broke and let down every day
    Left to stand back up or fade away
    I know it’s hard to fight when you’re this tired
    But there’s a stronger you on the other side of this fire
    
    So you breathe and you crawl until you stand
    And you just hold onto hope until you’re good again
    
    OLD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR LOVER
    Lisa Carver
    ©2010 Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing/
    Big Alpha Writers Group (ASCAP)
    
    You like Metallica and Pearl Jam
    I’m more Willie and Merle
    Boy you’re barely a man
    But then again I’m hardly a girl
    
    I know we’re gonna raise a few eyebrows
    Oooh child I’m used to that
    First time your lips touched mine they
    Redefined the generation gap yeah
    
    I’m old enough to be your lover
    You’re finally old enough to take home
    I’m old enough to be your love
    I’ll break it to my kids
    You can break it to your mother
    
    Your friends seem to be cool with it
    It’s mine that’s being kinda mean
    The other day your brother said he digs it
    ‘Cause girls your age don’t cook or clean
    
    I said something ‘bout Watergate
    You turned around and asked me “Like Richard who?”
    I smiled sweet and kissed your little cheek
    Hey I like a lover I’ve gotta take to school yeah
    
    I’m old enough to be your lover
    You’re finally old enough to take home
    I’m old enough to be your love
    I’ll break it to my kids
    You can break it to your mother
    
    True love transcends boundaries of time
    Honey you’re at your peak I’m in my prime
    When I’m in your arms I don’t care what they think
    That I’m too old for you and you’re too young to drink











 

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