Take My Dog | SONG

Take My Dog

Written by: Christopher Williams

I remember when I was about 5 years old
My daddy bought me a new fishing pole
He told me we were headed down to the lake
I had that rod in my hand and I couldn't wait
But, daddy, could I please take my best friend Jake

He's been my best friend since I was three
He's been everywhere in the world with me
It wouldn't be the same without him here
I remember right then I started to tear
Said I want him right beside me on that log
So, Daddy, can we please take my dog?

I remember we had just returned from our vacation
I was about to head off to a higher education
He looked so sad as I was about to leave
And I could tell, he was looking right at me
Can't I take him with me, daddy, please?

Whenever I was ready to fly down some old back road
He'd hop right in that front seat, wanting to go
He would only ride shotgun, right by my side
The back of the truck was no place for him to ride
He's my best buddy mudding down in the bog
No matter where I'd go, I had to take my dog

One day I called my dad, and he said “Son
You knew this day was going to come.”

I fell upon my knees and I prayed to the lord
Cuz I didn't wanna hurt like this anymore
You know it always hits me really hard
Whenever I see a dog playing in a yard
I break right down and I start to ball
I wonder why God had to take my dog?

I gave him the best life a dog could ever have
But I guess God must've need him pretty bad...

A Million Miles | SONG

A Million Miles
Written by: Christopher Williams

I keep throwing your heart away
But just like a boomerang
It keeps coming right on back
I've packed up all my stuff
And if I have any luck
That train won't run out of track

Cuz I'm going a million miles this time
I hope that I wake up and find
That that's how far I really ran
But like every other time before
When I've walked out of your door
I find that I'm back where I began

I've tried to go the distance
I've tried to fight the resistance
But I can still hear your heart beat
Whenever I turn off the light
And lay my head down at night
I can almost feel you breathe

But I'm going a million miles this time
I hope that I wake up and find
That that's how far I really ran
But like every other time before
When I've walked out of your door
I find that I'm back where I began

Yeah, I'm right where I began...

I woke up this morning and what should I find
I really went a million miles this time...

That's The Workin' Man | SONG

That's The Workin' Man
Written by: Christopher Williams

My days always start 'fore that sun comes up
Eat a little breakfast and hop in the truck
You know I bust my butt for very little pay
My dad did it, so that's how I was raised
It really doesn't help if you make a fuss
This kinda job would make a normal man cuss

Because that's the workin' man
Always with something in his hand
He doesn't have the time to slow it down
He works himself right into the ground
Come rain or snow or a fiery heat
He does it, cuz his family's gotta eat
Yeah, that's the workin' man

You know, it'd be a big waste of my time
Cuz I'm too busy to stand in a welfare line
No, I gotta keep on workin' to get it done
I don't have the time to sit around and bum
There's no help for the poor boys like me
Cuz we make it all on our own, you see

Because that's the workin' man
Always with something in his hand
He doesn't have the time to slow it down
He works himself right into the ground
Come rain or snow or a fiery heat
He does it, cuz his family's gotta eat
Yeah, that's the workin' man

I've paid way more than my fair share of taxes
Just so the unemployed can sit on their asses
This whole damn system is just so unfair
That sometimes its too much for me to bear
I wish someone out there would just give a damn
Bout the workin' man, Cuz that's who I am

Because I'm a workin' man
Always with something in my hand
I don't have the time to slow it down
I work myself right into the ground
Come rain or snow or a fiery heat
I do it, cuz my family's gotta eat

Yeah, I'm a workin' man
That's the workin' man
God Bless the workin' man

I Wish I Was Fishin' | SONG

I Wish I Was Fishin'
Written by: Christopher Williams

I can't catch a cool breeze blowin' in the air
I've been working every weekend, and it ain't fair
I should've called in sick or said my back hurt
Cuz its too damn hard to fight this urge

I wish I was fishin', 'steada workin' in this heat
A day at the lake would have this beat
I really don't mind if I sweat
But for a Saturday, it's the wrong kinda wet
I should be wettin' a line and dippin' a net
Yeah, I wish I was fishin', but this day ain't over yet

I really ought to be kicking myself
Cuz I work harder than everybody else
I deserve at least a day or two
To do what I wanna do

I wish I was fishin', 'steada workin' in this heat
A day at the lake would have this beat
I really don't mind if I sweat
But for a Saturday, it's the wrong kinda wet
I should be wettin' a line and dippin' a net
Yeah, I wish I was fishin', but this day ain't over yet

Yeah, I should be fishin'
But do you think my boss will listen?
I ought to jump in my Chevrolet
And drive on down to the lake

Cuz I should be fishin' and layin' in the shade
A day at the lake, and I'd have it made
I don't mind dippin' a net
Cuz ya see, that's the right kinda wet
I could catch a few, and I'd be set
I should be fishin', but this day ain't over yet

Yeah, that's why I'm fishin', 'steada workin' in the heat
Yeah, I'm fishin'...

Hey, Mr. DJ | SONG

Hey, Mr. DJ
Written by: Christopher Williams

Hey mister dj, can ya play me a song

One that I can groove to all night long

I want to hear one bout drinking

Don't play none of that cheating

Cuz my baby's done me wrong

So if ya can, can ya play me a song

Hey mister dj, I like that tune

It helps me forget bout my blues

I got all my friends sittin right here

Got an endless playlist and some ice cold beer

If you wanna make me a happy man

Play it for me again, if you can

Hey, mister dj, can ya play me a song

One that I can drink to all night long

My baby's done me wrong

She's left me all alone

So mister dj, can ya play me a song...

Back On Again | SONG

Back On Again
Written by: Christopher Williams

I've been ridin' in this saddle dang near all my life

I'm roping them cattle every Friday night

I've lost my wife and lost my girlfriend

But I can't help it, so I just get back on again

You know I've been thrown

From every dang horse I've rode

I've broken my leg and both my hands

I guess its just all in how you land

I'm always broke and I never win

But I always get back on again

We can't change who we are, we're all the same

We deal with the thrill, and with the pain

We just gotta know how to bend

And how to get right back on again

I've tasted the sand and tasted the mud

Hell, I've even tasted my own blood

Seems we're tryin' to outrun the wind

But we're always gettin' back on again

One of these days when they open that chute

And when I go to spurrin' my boots

I might fall down and that'll be the end

But I'll try like hell to get back on again

We can't change who we are, we're all the same

We deal with the thrill, and with the pain

We just gotta know how to bend

And how to get right back on again

We're all just a buncha cowboys with crazy grins

One hand on the rope, and the other in the wind

Don't lose your hat, when she starts to spin

And if you fall down, get back on again!

Stand Up for Them Outlaws | SONG

Stand Up for Them Outlaws
Written by: Christopher Williams

Man, I was flipping through the radio the other day
Just trying to find some Willie, Waylon, or Hank
I couldn't find a single station playing that country gold
My hands were trembling, my body was aching, I was jonsing for some jones
Then a song started coming through
I could've swore it sounded like Chris LeDoux
So I turned it up to hear that song
But when I listened close, I found out that I was wrong

You gotta stand up for them outlaws, dial that request line
If you listen close, you can hear country music dying
You gotta crank it up, and sing it out loud
Do just what they did, you gotta stand your ground
Stand up for them outlaws, and don't back down

I couldn't take it, so I stopped in at some old music store
Asked for some Merle, but they said they don't sell that anymore
And I thought, what the hell is this world coming to
When I can't hear “Mama Tried” or “Working Man Blues”
I felt so bad, I got weak in the knees
I thought it best that I should leave
And drive on up to Music Row
Blasting some Cash, and David Allan Coe!

You gotta stand up for them outlaws, dial that request line
If you listen close, you can hear country music dying
You gotta crank it up, and sing it out loud
Do just what they did, you gotta stand your ground
Stand up for them outlaws, and don't back down

I wonder what they would say if they were here today
I bet they'd just keep on doing things their way, the OUTLAW WAY!

You gotta stand up for them outlaws, dial that request line
If you listen close, you can hear country music dying
You gotta crank it up, and sing it out loud
Do just what they did, you gotta stand your ground
Stand up for them outlaws, and don't back down

Do just what they did, you gotta stand your ground
Stand up for them outlaws, and don't back down