Southern Star

Written By: Brent Cobb, Adam Hood

Under the southern star I heal all of my scars
As cicadas sing ain't it the sweetest dream
Winding kudzu vines untangle up my mind
How beloved is my home sweet home

I've been a drifter down most highways
I've been lost at sea
There's one thing this world could never take from me
No matter how far I go
No matter how deep the dark
I can always count on the southern star

How do I define all those good ole times
Way on way back when
Rowdy and full of friends
Bitter but mostly sweet, a temporary treat
Wish somebody told me so I’d have known

I've been a drifter down most highways
I've been lost at sea
There's one thing this world could never take from me
No matter how far i go
No matter how deep the dark
I can always count on the southern star

Oh I've been a drifter down most highways
I've been lost at sea
There's one thing this world could never take from me
No matter how far I go
No matter how deep the dark
I know I can always count on the southern star

Under the southern star I heal all of my scars As cicadas sing ain't it the sweetest dream
Winding kudzu vines untangled of my mind
How beloved is my home sweet home
How beloved is my home sweet home

It’s a Start

Written By: Brent Cobb, Layne Cobb, Patrick Cobb

Well it’s springtime down around Slaughter Creek Dirt Road
I bet the crawfish bite any bait throwed in the hole
Got my six string strung, this song on my heart
It ain’t about a thing but by God it’s a start

And it feels so good being here with you
Just burnin’ firewood tellin’ jokes we learned from old folks
Sippin’ cokes with barbecue

There's a junkyard there somewhere in that kudzu
i know it’s hard to see but underneath’s 442 Cutlass Oldsmobile
I used to dream to run
i am dreamin’ still, these days just for fun

And it feels so good being here with you
Just burnin firewood reminiscing missin’ old times
Wishin’ we still called them new

And it feels so good being here with you
Just burnin firewood tellin’ jokes we learned from old folks
Sippin’ cokes with barbecue

Well it's fall time down around Slaughter Creek Dirt Road
The place that takes the credit for half the lies I’ve told
Got my six string strung, this song on my heart
It ain't about a thing but by God it's a start

Livin’ The Dream

Written By: Brent Cobb, Josh Morningstar

Here come another morning sun
Ain’t got a whole lot but im gettin’ it done
I step out this cold world shouts
But don't nobody know what they're talking about
This ole scene’s on a slow lean
Am I the only one who knows I’m livin the dream
It ain't as hard as it seems

There's no phone line so I
Make conversation with the warm sunshine
I’m dim lit, nit pickin’ on brand new tune with the same ole lick
And its blues, pinks, a half full drink, the house and the kitchen sink
I'm livin’ the dream
It ain't as hard as it seems

Kinda feels like this whole thing’s a smoke screen
But it don't owe me a doggone thing
I'm livin’ the dream

When the lights glare I might stare
Siftin’ through the pictures of a nightmare
Freeze frame see page five for tickets to a tripped out brain
Hey third eye, ya covert spy, I figured out what now why
I'm living the dream
It ain't as hard as it seems

Kinda feels like this whole thing’s a smoke screen
But it don't owe me a doggone thing
I'm livin’ the dream

Good people, we assume good, whatever gonna happen gonna be what it should
Bad people, we assume bad, whatever gonna happen ain’t forever gonna last
Maybe good people and bad people are all just mother lovin’ people, people

Hold tight don't fight we can all get with it on a Saturday night
Like whatchu say, you wanna come play
We can do it like we did way back in the day
Just livin’ the dream

Kinda feels like this whole thing’s a smoke screen
But it don't owe me a doggone

Patina

Written By: Layne Cobb

I got one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh
You got a way that makes my heart feel like it's flying
Windows rolled down and I hear the wind whippin’ by
Country playlist so sad by the end, the stereo should be crying

Where do we come from, where do we go?
Answers to questions we may never know
All I know is we got right now
We’re all chasing for something a place in the sun
Like time and the tide life don’t wait on no one
All i know is we got right now

I got one foot on the gas and one near the clutch
If we get to rolling too fast life will downshift on us
For worse or for better and all of the weather that comes
We've been together so long we put patina on love

Where do we come from, where do we go?
Answers to questions we may never know
All I know is we got right now
We’re all chasing for something a place in the sun

Like time and the tide life don’t wait on no one
All I know is we got right now
We got right now

I got one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh
You got a way that makes my heart feel like it's flying

ON’T KNOW WHEN

Written By: Brent Cobb, Ben Chapman, Chris Canterbury

Well the doctor dropped me, ain’t no shock
I was ready to rock right from the start
My mama said boy you was born lucky
From now on you got to work real hard

I took myself off of the shelf
Poured my whole soul right down the drain
Been searching for some sunny weather
So far y’all it looks like rain

Hallelujah rollin through ya
Lord forgive me all my sins
Can't help it I was made this way
I ain't known no better since i on’t know when

Well goodness gracious all these faces
Nosin’ where they don't belong
I used to give two cents for nothin’
In return boy the moment’s gone
Now I do my best to pay attention
Bout went broke tryin’ to pay some mind
It’s not that I forgot to mention
Folks I chose to leave behind

Hallelujah rollin through ya
Lord forgive me all my sins
Can't help it i was made this way
I ain't known no better since i on’t know when

Known no better

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah

Hallelujah rollin’ through ya
Lord forgive me all my sins
Can't help it I was made this way
I ain't known no better since I on’t know when

Hallelujah rollin through ya
Lord forgive me all my sins
Can't help it I was made this way
I ain't known no better since I on’t know when

I ain't known no better since I on’t know when
I ain't known no better since I on’t know when
I ain't known no better since I on’t know when
I ain't known no better, known no better
Known no better since I on’t know when

Kick the Can

Written By: Brent Cobb, Daniel Rigney, Caleb Cripe, Morgan Cripe

I was young just a kid lived true stories never fibbed
Riverbank Friday night gotalmighty hold me tight
Skip the law can’t be found ride around all over town
Hit the dirt kick the can mess around and start up a band

Time rolls on
It's the same ole song

They told me I should stay in school
I quit but I ain’t no fool
Cut my path either way
No matter what they had to say
Might be right could be wrong
Even with my boots put on
Tried my best to make a scene
Till I had a damn nuff of me

Time rolls on
It's the same ole song

From the East to the West
Had to get it off my chest
Searching never bothered me =
Like a river to the sea
Hard to find the ebb and flow
Friends will get you high and low
God is good God is great
Sometimes I just can't hardly wait

Time rolls on
It's the same ole song

Devil Ain’t Done

Written By: Jacob Bryant, Jami Grooms, Wyatt McCubbin, Joel Shoemake

Yeah I believe in heaven
I think the good Lord knows
But the red dude with the long tail keeps tugging at my soul
I’ll roll it if you got it
I'll drink an iced cold beer
I’m a sucker for a good time
Guess the reason I'm still here is

I got some drinking smoking cheating left to do
I've been a runnin’ with the wrong crowd
Now i'm neck deep in the blues
I reckon I'll just live forever
If only the good die young
Heaven ain't ready and the devil ain't done

I got a one foot in the graveyard
And one on an old barstool
I got a pocket full of Benjamins
And I'm looking at the fool

I got some drinking smoking cheating left to do
I've been runnin’ with the wrong crowd
Now I'm neck deep in the blues
I reckon I'll just live forever
If only the good die young
Heaven ain't ready and the devil ain't done

I went down to the crossroads
I looked the devil in the eye
Smashed his guitar, stole his Cadillac
Then I rolled on down the line

I got some drinking smoking cheating left to do
I've been runnin’ with the wrong crowd
Now I'm neck deep in the blues
I guess I'll just live forever
If only the good die young
Heaven ain't ready and the devil ain't done

Drinking smoking cheating left to do
I've been runnin’ with the wrong crowd
Now I'm neck deep in the blues
I guess I’ll just live foreverCause only the good die young
Heaven ain't ready and the devil ain't done
Heaven ain't ready and the devil ain't done
Heaven ain't ready and the devil ain't done

When Country Came Back to Town

Written By: Brent Cobb

I was there when Shooter Jennings
Rewound the sound like a cassette
I watched Jamey Johnson
Cut “You Can't Cash My Checks”

Back then Rowdy Jason Cope
Was running shine sunset to vine
Pickin’ songs with Leroy Powell
Makin redneckisms rhyme

I guess now everyone knows Cousin Dave
But he been around awhile
Proving simple truths and music
They just don't go out of style

It's hard to tell when you’re in it
Sometimes the moment’s too profound
But if I had to bet my money
That's when country came back to town

Right after that I moved to Nashville
And most the Broadways stars
Wanted to be Cody Canada, Ryan Bingham or Hayes Carll

They seemed too cautious to commit
So they surrendered to the game
But nobody sang like Brandi Carlile
Or wrote like Nikki Lane

But you couldn't deny that it was lost
Or how it would be found
But when Sturgill climbed High Top Mountain
Country came back to town

Beyond the pickups and the backroads
You could almost hear it play
Though it was softer than a whisper through the pines
Some say it never left some say that it got saved
Some say like everything it changes over time
Well all I know for certain is I’m glad i was around
When country came back to town
Oh when country came back to town

As the divide grew even greater between commerce and art
Folks like Miranda Lambert kept the beat inside its heart
Right along with Chris and Morgane and Kacey Musgraves too
What took the world so long to catch on for us was nothing new
But by the time the torch was passed and the hatchet was laid down
Music Row had nearly burned to ash
When country came back to town

Beyond the pickups and the backroads
You could almost hear it play
Though it was softer than a whisper through the pines
Some say it never left, some say that it got saved
Some say like everything it changes over time
Well all I know for certain is I’m glad I was around
When country came back to town
When country came back to town

Now here we are 18 years later with a list a mile long
Of names like Childers, Jinks, Price, and Whitey, Hood, Shook, Cook, Cauthen and Combs
Lord knows it's hard to name them all
But hell right off the top of my head, Isbell, Eady, Patton, Moonpies, Turnpike, Colter, and Crockett
And won't be stoppin, no name droppin’ til history books echo the sound
Of all the folks who saddled up and
Drove country back to town
Oh back to town

Miss Ater

Written By: Sally Jaye

Miss Ater was a sad sad girl
You see, her sweet mama died
It was the end of her world
And for days and days she cried
Many moons and many years ago
Simbennon left her side
Last thing she remembered is smiling in his flannel shirt
I’ll see you when the cotton is high

And the rain in Sylvester falls harder than anywhere
Like the devil’s got his fist on your house
And the dirt road and tobacco fields have looked the same for all these years
Like God forgot to finish this town

Floyd painted from the morning till night
Taking his breaks for cold beer
He was known as a great white knight
Sittin’ in his rockin’ chair

Norman waved his magic wand for all the kids in the trailer park
And the doves sang the prettiest song
With the whiskey in their coffee and
Church on sunday morning
Everybody’s got a way to get on

And the rain in Sylvester falls harder than anywhere
Like the devil’s got his fist on your house
And the dirt roads and tobacco fields have looked the same for all these years
Like God forgot to finish this town
I think God forgot to finish this town

And the rain in Sylvester falls harder than anywhere
Like the devil’s got his fist on your house
And the dirt roads and tobacco fields have looked the same for all these years
Like God forgot to finish this town
I think God forgot to finish this town
Oh I think God forgot to finish this town

Shade Tree

Written By: Brent Cobb, Alecia Cobb, Layne Cobb

Under the shade tree
Laid back with a cane pole
If they ain't bitin’
Still soothes my country soul
And that’s where you’ll find me
Right at home

Under the shade tree
Where I learned to love
This world around me and
The divinity thereof=
And all life’s blessings
Come from above

And the day always runs to night
Somehow the dark finds its way back to light
And all life’s mysteries will be told in time
Until then I'll never mind

Under the shade tree
Laid back with a cane pole
If they ain't biting
Still soothes my country soul
And that’s where you’ll find me
Right at home

Under the shade tree
Under the shade tree
Under the shade tree
Under the shade tree
Under the shade tree
Under the shade tree