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