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Blue Collar High Life
04:02
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Blue Collar High Life
Aaron Vance, Rich Karg
This ol world keeps going round
What goes up must come down
Ain’t nothing new under the sun is what the good book says
Yeah that’s what it says
Boss man always trippin’
Too many chiefs not enough indians
Instructing you to do things he wouldn’t dare do, ain’t that the truth
I wake up every morning, stretching and yawning
Cup of coffee on my front porch to alter my ego, yeah alter my ego
I thank the Lord above for the sun coming up for the woman that’s by my side
She’s my ride or die, yeah I’m living the blue collar high life
Bills are late sometimes
It’s hard to stay in line
But I’ve got to have a good time through the hard times
Just to get by yeah that’s right
The rain keeps me sane, I let my hair down when the sunshines
CHORUS
Politician gets my vote
Shake my hand then he ghosts
Next time I see that alligator is four years later, I’ll see you later
But he don’t know that Jesus is my savior
CHORUS
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2. |
Five Bucks Says
03:16
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Five Bucks Says
Aaron Vance, Rich Karg
What would Lincoln say
If he were here today
Sitting at this bar
Talking like we are
What would Lincoln do
Watching all this news
He wouldn’t turn his head
I’m willing to bet
Five bucks says we’re still created equal
Five bucks he’d still be Honest Abe
Pull my wallet out and ask him right now
Five bucks says he’s rolling in his grave
He’d say it ought to be illegal
To keep a man down this long
Never know for sure, but if I were to guess
That’s what five bucks says
Bet he’s the kind of man
That would shake your hand
No matter who you are
He would see your heart
He’d have an open ear
Buy us both a beer
Talk about your boss at work
How the whole world is acting like jerks
CHORUS
He’d say it ought to be illegal
To keep a man down this long
Never know for sure, but if I were to guess
That’s what five bucks says
TAG
If he were standing here now in the flesh
That’s what five bucks says
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3. |
Cabin Fever
02:53
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Cabin Fever
Aaron Vance, Rich Karg
Sittin’ at home tryin’ not to stay stoned
My baby got me lovin’ even all night long
I’m healthy as a horse, but I eat like a hog
Front porch pickin’ in my overalls
This old fender has never sounded sweeter
You can tell how I’m pickin’ that I got cabin fever
Every morning I thank the Lord
For seeing a day I never seen before
My TV screen like a looking glass
But the good book says this too shall pass
I read it all the way through the book of St. Peter
Lord have mercy, yeah, I got cabin fever
I done everything not to go insane
But being cooped up I get to looking strange
My ears get long and I start to howl
For a damn good time is what I’m crying about
If a wolf ain’t wolfin’ way out in the timber
He’s itchin’ and he’s scratchin’ cause he’s got cabin fever
I ain’t doing nothing you ain’t doing nothing either
If you know how I feel then you got cabin fever
If you know how I feel then you got cabin fever
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4. |
Livin' Above My Means
02:55
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Livin’ Above My Means
Aaron Vance, Rich Karg
Three car garage, twelve foot pool in the back
Fifteen bucks an hour to get yelled at by a boss, no time to relax
I’m living above my means, I’m living above my means
Forgetting about my dreams living above my means
Work my fingers to the bone to live in this big old home
Bunch of stuff I don’t need, living above my means
Got a girl and I love her, hold her tight in the covers
She don’t like the song I sing, she loves living above my means
Sold my guitar, pawned off my amp
Loaned out my soul, probably won’t get it back
The devil’s sitting there laughing and nobody gives a damn…
CHORUS
All natural this and organic that
Eat gluten-free ‘cause we can’t be getting fat
Grocery bill has doubled so I break my skinny back
I’m living above my means, I’m living above my means
Forgetting about my dreams living above my means
Work my fingers to the bone to live in this big old home
Bunch of stuff I don’t need, living above my means
Got a girl and I love her, hold her tight in the covers
She don’t care about me, she don’t like the songs that I sing
I’m living above my means
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5. |
Most Beautiful Boots
03:06
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Most Beautiful Boots
Rich Karg, Aaron Vance
You make me look good walking round on me
You fit like you should up and down on me
Was a lost man til you were found on me
Now I feel like a king with a crown on me
Go out and be seen anywhere with you
Walk streets of gold when I’m wearing you
Left, right, left I swear it’s true
I could marry you
Cause you’re the most beautiful
You’re the most beautiful
You’re the most beautiful…
Most beautiful boots I’ve ever seen
Most beautiful boots I’ve ever seen
All the other shoes are jealous of you
Shine so bright it’s careless of you
Rhinestone studded fearless of you
So vein of you, So John Wayne of you
Stomp on the floor like thunder clappin’
Cut a rug like Michael Jackson
Moonwalking while you’re line dancing
Circles around ‘em all
CHORUS
Ass gets kicked all night on you
Two hundred fifty-dollar shoe-shine on you
Pappy Van Winkle wine-dine on you
Prop you on a table unwind on you
Wear you in the shower get wet with you
Party and pass out next to you
Wake up cook bacon and eggs with you
Wearing nothing but you, wearing nothing but you
CHORUS
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6. |
Woman Trouble
03:30
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Woman Trouble
Aaron Vance, Rich Karg, Christian Rada
Check my pocket for my wallet and keys
Get up out this house
Round up the fellas and blow off some steam
Get this figured out
I got woman trouble
Drivin’ me up a wall
I got woman trouble
And it might be all my fault
Every day she’s a brand new handful
But she’s got what gives me a thrill
I got to watch my step, loving this girl
Is like tip-toeing through a minefield
I got woman trouble
Drivin’ me up a wall
I got woman trouble
And it’s probably all my fault
I swear she thinks she’s the boss of me
But I’m gonna do what I wanna do
Gonna roll up a smoke, turn off my phone
She can think what she wants to
I got woman trouble
Can’t do anything right
I got woman trouble
Lord knows I’m in trouble tonight
I got woman trouble
Drivin’ me up a wall
I got woman trouble
And it’s probably, most definitely all my fault
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7. |
Lost in the Mix
03:10
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Lost in the Mix
Aaron Vance, Rich Karg
Like Hendrix on electric
Like three chord blues sang by Elvis
Redefine the status quo
Live your life in stereo
In a crazy world, the only fix
Throw your headphones on, get lost in the mix
From city streets, to out in the sticks/get down in the city get, down in the stix
Turn the volume up, get lost in the mix
Love your neighbor, share a beer
Toast to good times, just being here
Time to let go of any grudge
Let the man upstairs be the judge
CHORUS
Let me drop it down, drop some knowledge
Let’s focus on now and what we have in common
Like Jesus with sinners and saints
Music heals, it doesn’t discriminate
CHORUS
I remember when I was young
One day my daddy said look here son
Don’t let the small things push you around
Too much good too much love out there to stay down/to keep you down
In a crazy world, the only fix
Turn the volume up get lost in the mix
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8. |
Swimmin' With Women
02:32
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Swimmin’ With Women
Aaron Vance, Hal Newman, Rich Karg
She said come on in boy, the water’s fine
I said yes ma’am, well I don’t mind if I do
Cause it’s true
I love to go swimmin’ with women
I dove on in we had a real good run
She was my girl until she found her somebody new
But it’s cool
I love to go swimmin’ with women
Chorus: It’s a beautiful day to get out and play
It’s eighty-three degrees let’s take it out to the lake
Put the boat in the water and sail away to a place
Where it’s swimmin’, swimmin’ with women
The sun goes down and the moon comes out
I know a place where we can’t be found
Sip some wine, then it’s time to go skinny dippin’
CHORUS
CHORUS
CHORUS
Where the blue jeans are shorter
Where they wear a two-piece on the water
Let’s do some livin’, out where it’s swimmin’
Swimmin’ with women
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9. |
Waffle House Love Song
03:06
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Waffle House Love Song
Aaron Vance, Rich Karg
Date night in your flip flops, hair is all a mess
You worked all day, it ain’t no way you wanna squeeze into a dress
Dirty seats in my ol’ truck, ah, but off we go
I been bustin’ it too, and the best I can do is a Canadian tuxedo
It’s a Waffle House love song
Cause we got it going on
Like good ole waitress Nancy
Dinner don’t gotta be fancy
Chillin’ in a booth, suckin’ down grits
Reach for the salt, steal me a kiss all night long
Singing this Waffle House love song
On the nights when we howlin’, closing down the moon
They got a couple stools for a couple fools just like me and you
CHORUS
Your loves better than an All Star Special at three AM
After a long night of getting messed up
CHORUS
Sobering up, chowin’ down
Quarter in the jukebox country sound all night long
Singin’ this Waffle House love song
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10. |
My Two Weeks
03:05
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My Two Weeks
Rich Karg, Aaron Vance
I walked in his office, smiled a big smile
He looked at me sideways like what’s goin on
Said bossman I wanted to say it for a while
Now it won’t be long, it won't be long til this ol’ boy is gone
I’m puttin’ in my two weeks
Can’t do the way you do me
I’m talkin’ bout every time you screwed me
You’re lucky ain’t just two seconds
And brother for the record
When I leave I ain’t never comin’ back
Ain’t never comin’ back, ain’t never comin’ back
So this is my two weeks
He didn't see it comin', I couldn't help but laughin'
Felt good to be the one teachin' him the lesson
Beet red cold sweat, Hell no he wasn't happy
Before I slammed the door on my way out, this is what I said
I’m puttin’ in my two weeks
Can’t do the way you do me
I’m talkin’ bout every time you screwed me
You’re lucky ain’t just two seconds
And brother for the record
When I leave I ain’t never comin’ back
Ain’t never comin’ back, ain’t never comin’ back
So this is my two weeks
I’m sprangin’ it on ya
You can call me karma
And like a little bug that you love to step on
I crept up and bitcha in the arma
I’m puttin’ in my two weeks
Can’t do the way you do me
I’m talkin’ bout every time you screwed me
You’re lucky ain’t just two seconds
And brother for the record
When I leave I ain’t never comin’ back
Ain’t never comin’ back, ain’t never comin’ back
So this is my two weeks
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Aaron Vance Nashville, Tennessee
Singing son of Mississippi, Aaron Vance, is poised confidently on the leading edge of New Nashville Country. Born on Christmas Day, he is an undeniably gifted artist with rare vocal and songwriting talent. Telling true stories with true feeling, Aaron Vance is living his dream in Music City. You will certainly be moved and entertained by the high caliber and power of these wonderful works! ... more
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