Jason Jones "Compilation C.D." Song Lyrics

My Redneck Girl
Written by: Jeremy Stover/Jason Jones/Brian Maher

NO THERE AIN'T
SAID THERE AIN'T
NO THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' BETTER THAN MY REDNECK GIRL

SHE'S SWEET HOME ALABAMA
GOES BY HER MIDDLE NAME
CRAZY LITTLE DAISY
SPROUTED OUT OF GEORGIA CLAY
SHE'S COUNTRY COUNTRY COUNTRY
FORM HERE HEAD DOWN TO HER TOES
SHE LOVES ME LOVES ME LOVES ME
TIL THE ROOSTER CROWS

CHORUS
THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' BETTER THAN MY REDNECK GIRL
SHE ROCKS ME AND SHE ROLLS ME RIGHT OUT OF THIS WORLD
I'M HIGHER THAN HIGH EVER SINCE I MET HER
NO THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' BETTER THAN MY REDNECK GIRL
MY REDNECK GIRL

KICKIN' UP DUST
COLD BEER AND HOT CHICKEN
HEADIN' DOWN TO THE RIVER
FOR SOME MIDNIGHT FISHIN'
SHE SHINES SHINES SHINES
YEAH SHE BURNS UP THE NIGHT
I'LL BE FINE FINE FINE
EVEN IF THE FISH DON'T BITE

CHORUS

I'M GOIN' GOIN' GOIN' GOIN' GOIN' GOIN' GONE
WHEN IT COMES TO HER THERE AIN'T NO GOIN' WRONG

CHORUS
THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' BETTER THAN MY REDNECK GIRL
SHE ROCKS AND SHE ROLLS ME RIGHT OUT OF THIS WORLD
I'M HIGHER THAN HIGH EVER SINCE I MET HER
NO THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' BETTER
SAID THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' BETTER THAN MY REDNECK GIRL
THAN MY REDNECK GIRL
SHE'S MY REDNECK GIRL

The Best I Can
Written by Jeremy Stover, Jason Jones, Brian Maher

I ain't hidin' nothin' what you see is what you get
I've made many a bad choices that I rather just forget
I might not ever be a hero I'm just and ordinary man
But I will give you the best I can

CHORUS
I've been a rambler
Been a roller
Fallin' wherever the dice would land
A nonbeliever
A victim of my circumstance
I'll be honest I can't promise
To give you more than who I am
But I will give you the best I can

Baby I'm not sayin' love has never found this heart
But baby what I'm sayin' is it's always fell apart
So before this goes any further I need you to understand
All I can give you is the best I can

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Now I know that every road is part of a bigger plan
And it's only by the grace of God that I have in my hands

Bad Road
Written by: Jones/Stover/B. Jones

Packed it all up, lookin’ for some knowledge
Made it through two semesters of college
Had to call my dad for the bus fare home
He said, shave your face boy and cut your hair
So put my thumb up in the air
Told that sleepy little town, “Go to hell I’m gone”
Lookin’ down that highway I didn’t have a clue
What I was getting’ myself into

Chorus
I found chains, I found freedom
Every twist of fate has a reason
I hope, desperation, and amazing grace
Down a long bad road, to a better place

That highway was rough, it left me ragged
More than just once, I thought I’d had it
Runnin’ reckless, under a broken sky
My head on a table in a midnight café
She woke me up sayin’ “Hey mister hey”
There stood my salvation, right before my eyes
Who would’ve thought I’d have to go so far
To satisfy my restless heart

(Chorus)

Bridge
I’ve been lost and I’ve been burned
But sometimes you’ve gotta lose to learn
And I had to this far
To find my way to her

R.C.

…to a better place…

Heaven on Wheels
Written by: Jeremy Stover/Jason Jones/Brian Maher

DASHBOARD LIGHTS CASTING SHADOWS ACROSS HER SWEET FACE
HER BLUE EYES CUTTIN’ THROUGH THE DARK LIKE THE LIGHT OF DAY
WE WERE YOUNG BUT WE WERE WILD
READY TO SPREAD OUR WINGS
SHE THREW ME THAT ANGEL’S SMILE
SO I PULLED OVER NEXT TO ME

CHORUS
IT WAS HEAVEN ON WHEELS
TWO HEARTS COLLIDIN
TIME STANDIN’ STILL
COULDN’T STOP US FLYIN’
HIGHER AND HIGHER
LOST IN DESIRE
I JUST COULDN’T DENY HER
IT WAS HEAVEN ON WHEELS

BREAKIN’ ALL THE RULES WITH NOTHIN’ TO LOSE GOIN’ NINETY FIVE
ONE HAND ON THE WHEEL MY ARM AROUND HER FEELIN’ SO ALIVE
CHASIN’ DOWN THAT CHEAP THRILL
COULD’VE BEEN A DISASTER
SHE SLAMMED HER FOOT ON THE GAS
SAID FASTER AND FASTER

CHORUS

YEAH THINGS DIDN’T WORK OUT THE WAY WE PLANNED
LOOKIN’ BACK IT’S STILL HARD TO UNDERSTAND
HOW FOUR BALD TIRES COULDA BEEN OUR PROMISED LAND
OUR HEAVEN ON WHEELS

HIGHER AND HIGHER
LOST IN DESIRE
I JUST COULDN’T DENY HER
IT WAS HEAVEN ON WHEELS
HEAVEN ON WHEELS
TIME STANDIN’ STILL
HEAVEN ON WHEELS

She's Alright
(J. Jones/D. Brainard)

Man, when she leans over the hood of my Ford
With her grease covered shirt and them frayed gap shorts
Blonde hair pulled up in a camouflage trucker hat
I sit and stare in the mirror, sip my mountain dew
Let her pump my gas while I enjoy the view
Full service with a smile, naw you can't beat that

Chorus
She's alright, for a long legged beauty who's ASE certified
She's alright, give her a charcoal grill and a cooler full of bud light
She likes butterflies and four-wheel drives
And she baits her own hook
Yeah she's alright, in my book

On Sunday afternoons she puts on a car wash
For the boys comin' back from the local mud bogs
Top to bottom she'll get the dirt off from the roll bars to the rims
And later on you might see her at the New Port bridge
Where ya might hear her hollar "Hey y'all, watch this!"
She does a mean back-flip, jack-knife, triple-somersault-with a twist, yeah

Chorus

Bridge
Well her 36-24-36 sure cuts a mighty mean hour-glass
And I forgot to mention when it comes to kissin' she ain't half-bad

Chorus
Naw, she's alright, for a sweet southern cutie who's ASE certified
We spend all night talkin' shade tree mechanics by the glow of a blue bug light
She likes CMT and goin' fishin' with me
And she baits her own hook
Yeah she's alright
I said she's alright
That girl's alright, in my book

Driven
(Jones/Coty/B. Jones)

He had a Yamaha guitar, Peavey amplifier
Could shake like Elvis and sing like Jones
When he wasn’t in the bars he was singin’ in the choir
Doin’ everything he could to make his presence known
In his mind he is all that
He don’t care if nobody claps (‘cause he’s)

Chorus
Driven, runnin’ the wheels off of livin’
Making the most of every chance he’s givin’
Believin’ dreams are born to be ridden
Straight to the top, no speed limit
Driven, yeah he’s driven

She was next to invisible, freckles and glasses
The girl in the yearbook nobody knows
The one in the front row of all of her classes
She graduated Harvard with a 4.0
Against all odds she’s confident
Some day she’s gonna be president (‘cause she’s)

(Chorus)

Bridge
You want it bad you’ve got the fire
Fueled by passion and pure desire
A crazy angel by your side….yeah you’re…

R.C. and End

No Way to Treat a Lady
Written By: J. Jones/B. Jones

SHE’S GOT A FACE, SHE’S GOT A SMILE
SHE’S GOT A LOOK, SHE’LL GIVE YOU LIP
BASEBALL CAP AND COWBOY BOOTS
HER FAVORITE JEANS THEY GOT A RIP
YEAH THAT’S MY BABY
WE LIKE TO ROPE, WE LIKE TO RIDE
WE LIKE TO HUNT, WE LIKE TO FISH
WE LIKE TO CAMP, WE LOVE TO CLIMB
AND HANG-GLIDE OFF OF CLIFFS
WE’RE BOTH A LITTLE BIT CRAZY
WE DO EVERYTHING TOGETHER
MOMMA SAYS I SHOULD KNOW BETTER

CHORUS
THAT AIN’T NO WAY TO TREAT A LADY
BOUNCIN’ HER AROUND ON YOUR TRUCK SEAT LIKE A TOY
THAT AIN’T NO WAY TO TREAT A LADY
IT’S A GOOD THING SHE’S A TOMBOY

FOUR OLDER BROTHERS AND A TRACTOR
GREW UP WORKIN’ ON A FARM
I MET HER AT THE RODEO
AFTER A BULL HAD BROKE HER ARM
I KNEW I HAD TO HAVE HER
WE LIKE TO RUN, WE LIKE TO RACE
WE LIKE TO WORKOUT AT THE GYM
FOUR-WHEEL DRIVIN’ THROUGH THE COUNTRY
GET REAL DIRTY TAKE A SWIM
ROPE SWINGIN’ ON THE RIVER
WE GO EVERYWHERE TOGETHER
MOMMA SAYS I SHOULD KNOW BETTER, WHATEVER

CHORUS

SAID IT’S A GOOD THING THAT GIRL’S A TOMBOY

Loud and Rowdy
Written By: J. Jones/B. Jones

I’VE BEEN WORKIN’, I’VE BEEN SAVIN’
I’VE BEEN A GOOD BOY, I’VE BEEN BEHAVIN’
CLARK KENT, FORTY HOURS STRAIGHT
CRANK UP THE STEREO I WANNA FEEL THE WALLS SHAKE

CHORUS
I WANNA GET LOUD, I WANNA GET ROWDY
KISS EVERY GIRL IN THIS TOWN
YOU BETTER GET READY, ‘CAUSE WE’RE GONNA PARTY
ROCK THIS JOINT ‘TIL THEY CLOSE IT DOWN

I’VE BEEN SEARCHIN’, I’VE BEEN GAZIN’
AND GIRL I FIND YOU, SIMPLY AMAZIN’
YOU MAKE ME THIRSTY, YOU MAKE ME HOT
YOU’RE DRIVIN’ ME CRAZY BABY SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT

BRIDGE
BANG ON THE TABLES, STOMP ON THE FLOORS
LET’S BREAK IT DOWN ‘TIL THEY LOCK THE DOORS
DRINK WHAT YOU DRINK, SMOKE WHAT YOU SMOKE
‘TIL THAT LONG BLACK LIMO COMES TO TAKE YOU HOME

BREAKDOWN CHORUS

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Too Much Wine
Brett Jones / Jason Jones

Well the people down at work treated me like a dog
Till the final sales numbers came in
They held a black tie dinner in my honor
And all the fat cats flew in
They had fancy hors d’oeuvres and French Champaign
I think I over-served myself
They asked for a speech and I began to preach
Exactly how I felt

Chorus:
I drank way, way too much wine
My heart took over and I spoke my mind
Told ‘em all to stick it where the sun don’t shine
I drank way, way too much wine

I grabbed my check and held a limo
Then me and my woman poured in
She didn’t know it, but she’d been seen
Out with her old boyfriend
So when she let into me for losing that job
I said driver please slow down
After a few choice words I handed her her purse
And said this is where you get out

Repeat Chorus:

On my way home we passed by the airport
I said, “hey man, turn around”
Asked the lady at the counter for a first-class ticket
On the next jet headed south
The stewardess was pretty I don’t remember much
The only thing that I know
Is I woke up in Jamaica, with a brown girl cooking bacon
And a cat licking my toes

Repeat Chorus