Eric Church

Sinners Like Me

Sinners Like Me

Released July 6, 2006 EMI Nashville

  1. Before She Does

    I believe that gas is too damn high
    Ain’t nothin’ more American than Mama’s apple pie
    I believe in love, I believe in peace
    But I don’t believe we’ll ever see it in that Middle East
    I believe the Bible is cold hard fact
    And I believe that Jesus is comin’ back
    Before she does

    I believe the Sabbath is the day of rest
    The tax man and the devil share the same address
    I believe don’t start if you’re gonna quit
    I believe in keep your mouth shut and carry a big stick
    I believe dogs are better than cats
    And I believe that Jesus is comin’ back
    Before she does

    There’s absolutely positively no doubt in my mind
    That O.J. did it, Lee Harvey didn’t and she’s really gone this time

    I believe that cold cold beer
    Tastes better on a barstool than it does anywhere
    I believe hard work really makes the man
    But everyone should wet a line every now and then
    I believe it’s best to pay in cash
    And I believe that Jesus is comin’ back
    Before she does

    There’s absolutely positively no doubt in my mind
    That O.J. did it, Lee Harvey didn’t and she’s really gone this time

    I believe she was a real good thing
    Can you believe I let a girl like her get away
    I believe she meant it the night she packed
    And said Jesus is comin’ back
    Before she does
    Before she does
    Before she does
  2. Sinners Like Me

    I was fifteen when my daddy’s old man
    Caught me halfway through my first beer
    He laughed so hard when my face turned green
    He said, “You come from a long line of sinners like me”

    Now me and my brother go to see him sometimes
    But he don’t have much to say anymore
    So we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jack D.
    Here’s to a long line of sinners like me

    La de dah de dah La de dah dah de de
    I come from a long line of sinners like me

    My mama had a soft spot for a hell-raisin’ boy
    And she had two more just like him
    It takes an angel to raise a family
    That comes from a long line of sinners like me

    Well now maybe who knows one day I’ll settle down
    Give my dad a grandson of his own
    And when the doctor smacks him, he’ll probably take a swing
    ’Cause he’ll come from a long line of sinners like me

    La de dah de dah La de dah dah de de
    I come from a long line of sinners like me

    On the day I die
    I know where I’m gonna go
    Me and Jesus got that part worked out
    I’ll wait at the gates till his face I see
    And stand in a long line of sinners like me
    I’ll stand in a long line of sinners like me

    La de dah de dah La de dah dah de de
    I come from a long line of sinners like me
    La de dah de dah La de dah dah de de
    Here’s to a long line of sinners like me
    I come from a long line of sinners like me
  3. How 'Bout You

    I know where I come from
    How ’bout you
    I don’t need baggy clothes or rings in my nose to be cool
    The scars on my knuckles match the scuffs on these cowboy boots
    There’s a whole lot more like me
    How ’bout you

    I punch the clock tryin’ to make it to the top
    How ’bout you
    I ain’t got no blue-blood trust fund I can dip into
    Yeah I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn about the man whose collar’s blue
    But if he don’t, Hell I’ll make it on my own
    How ’bout you

    Chorus:
    How ’bout you
    Do you feel the way I do
    To tell the truth
    I think we’re the chosen few
    But that’s just me... How ’bout you

    I still say yes ma’am to my mama
    How ’bout you
    If I shake your hand look you in the eye you can bet your ass it’ll be the truth
    I cover my heart with my hat when they fly that red, white and blue
    Just like my daddy taught me... How ’bout you

    (Repeat Chorus)

    I like my country rockin’
    How ’bout you
    Just put me on a stage man, turn it up and I’ll turn it loose
    Give me a crowd that’s redneck and loud and we’ll raise the roof
    Hell I might just stay all night long

    How ’bout you
    Do you feel the way I do
    To tell the truth
    I think we’re the chosen few
    How ’bout you
    Do you feel the way I do
    ’Cause man I know where I come from... How ’bout you
  4. These Boots

    These boots have counted off many a band
    Playing one night roadhouse stands
    For tips in empty rooms
    These boots have stood toe-to-toe
    With the biggest baddest Joes
    Like they had some things to prove
    These boots

    These boots more than once saved my ass
    Like the time they hid that grass
    From those cops in Tupelo
    And these boots have danced with the devil
    And nearly lost that battle to Wild Irish Rose

    Chorus:
    I’ve wore out more soles then I’d care to count
    Done more stupid things than most would dare to
    I’ve kicked myself more times than not
    For the roads they led me down
    But the damnedest thing I’ve ever seen ’em do
    Is walkin’ out on you

    These boots had to see California
    And an Arizona morning
    Where God paints the sky
    And these boots had to spur that beast in Cheyenne
    Thought that bull made me a real man
    I still drag that leg sometimes

    (Repeat Chorus)

    Now these boots are one step from the door
    They walked out of years before
    I can almost see her now
    These boots oughta kick that door aside
    Stomp out my foolish pride
    But they just turn around
    Damn these boots...Damn these boots
    These boots
  5. What I Almost Was

    It was my senior year, I just turned eighteen
    I was a Friday night hero with Division I dreams
    I had an offer on the table, a four-year ride
    ’Til that fourth and two and twenty-four dive

    I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch
    Walked on that next summer, wound up gettin’ cut
    I flipped off that coach, left that school in the dust
    For lettin’ my dreams go bust
    But I thank God I ain’t what I almost was

    Yeah I moved on back home
    And came awful close to being some son-in-law to some C.E.O.
    Could have been a corner office, country club, suit-and-tie man
    Answering to no one but her and him

    I ran out on his money, ran out on her love
    At four in the morning, I loaded my truck
    I left my hometown in a big cloud of dust
    I just had to follow my gut
    And I thank God I ain’t what I almost was

    In Guitar Town, I bought this old Epiphone
    Started stringin’ chords and words into songs
    I been puttin’ in time on Sixteenth Avenue
    Pouring out my heart for tips on a stool

    I ain’t making a killing but then there’s those nights
    When the song comes together and hits ’em just right
    The crowd’s on their feet ’cause they can’t get enough
    Of this music I make and I love
    And I thank God I ain’t, Yeah I thank God I ain’t
    Man I thank God I ain’t what I almost was
  6. The Hard Way

    Only fools would race down Gristmill Road
    Let alone in angry weather
    That’s what I tell everyone I know
    Now that I know better

    That’s a lesson I wish I would have learned
    Without having to watch my Mustang burn
    Before my best buddy had to wind up hurt
    And his whole life was changed
    That’s a lesson I wish I didn’t learn
    The hard way

    Only a fool would keep a diamond ring
    In a box on the top of his closet
    He came so close, he almost asked
    It was right there in his pocket

    That’s a lesson I wish I would have learned
    Before standing in the back row of that church
    Watching her daddy givin’ her
    To the man who took my place
    That’s a lesson I wish I didn’t learn
    The hard way

    Regrets been known to give a man a beatin’
    But I ain’t in the mood for fighting back this evening

    Only fools don’t take the time of day
    They stay too busy running
    To stop just once and tell their dad
    Just how much they love him

    That’s a lesson I wish I would have learned
    Before the phone call came and it was her
    No, Mama never had to say a word
    I knew it was too late
    That’s a lesson I wish I didn’t learn
    The hard way... The hard way
    The hard way... The hard way
  7. Guys Like Me

    I wear a greasy ball cap
    I like my shirt untucked
    I spend Saturdays workin’ on my truck
    I don’t like to fight
    But I ain’t scared to bleed
    Most don’t mess with a guy like me

    Chorus:
    ’Cause like guys like me drink too many beers
    On Friday after work
    Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings
    We wear our boots to church
    So rough around the edges it’s hard to believe
    That girls like you love guys like me

    Your daddy worked at the bank
    Mine worked on cars
    You went to college, I pulled graveyard
    You must have had your pick
    Of all the trust-fund types
    But you came back to me and only God knows why

    (Repeat Chorus)

    There’s a lot of guys like me out there
    In a lot of little towns
    Tellin’ all our buddies we won’t ever settle down
    We say that’s just the way we are
    And the way we’ll always be
    So God sends girls like you for guys like me
    Thank God there’s girls like you
    For guys like me
  8. Lightning

    These four walls of Farnworth
    Are closin’ in on me
    My final meal is over
    They’re gonna set me free
    I can feel the fires a burnin’
    As the devil guards my door
    I hit my knees in search of Jesus
    On a cold jailhouse floor

    Lord now I’m singin’
    Get me out of here
    I see the preacher’s eyes
    As my daughter cries
    When they strap me in this chair
    Lord I hope she forgives me
    For livin’ my life this way
    Tonight I’ll ride the lightning
    To my final judgment day

    Every life owes a death
    That’s what the Bible says
    I owe mine to this state
    For shootin’ that boy to death
    A liquor store attendant
    He was reachin’ for his gun
    Now his mama sits there smilin’
    As the boss yells, “Roll on one”

    And now I’m singin’
    Get me out of here
    I see the preacher’s eyes
    As my daughter cries
    When they strap me in this chair
    I hope she forgives me
    For leavin’ her this way
    Tonight I’ll ride the lightning
    To my final resting place

    A hungry blue-eyed baby cryin’
    Made me rob that store
    And as that boy lay there dyin’
    I dropped my pistol on the floor
    Yeah I’d take it all back
    But there’s nothin’ I can do
    They’ve covered my face
    And the order’s gone through
    As the boss yells, “Roll on two”

    Now I’m flyin’ up and out of here
    I close my eyes and slowly rise
    Let my body leave this chair
    Lord I hope you forgive me
    For livin’ my life this way
    Tonight I ride the lightning
    To my final resting place

    These four walls of Farnworth
    Are closin’ in on me
  9. Can't Take It With You

    Never realized how much she brought to the table
    ’Til I went to sit my cup of coffee where the table used to be
    No couch, no bed, no heirloom antique cradle
    No more hope for one day startin’ that family
    Bet she’s gainin’ fast on Memphis
    With a trailer load in tow
    Who says you can’t take it with you when you go

    Chorus:
    She got away with everything that I had goin’
    And she got away before I could make it all alright
    And I got a way with leavin’ what needs said unspoken
    Hell I even blew the chance I had to say goodbye
    Yeah she took her heart and took off down that road
    And they say you can’t take it with you when you go

    Good news is ain’t much here left for packin’
    Bad news is she left behind a million memories
    All the echoes of her cryin’ lovin’ and laughin’
    Left me with nothin’ left to do but leave
    That old house is in the rearview, ridin’ shotgun is her ghost
    Who says you can’t take it with you when you go

    (Repeat Chorus)

    Closin’ in on Dallas now
    Is the best love I’ve ever known
    And they say you can’t take it with you when you go
  10. Pledge Allegiance To The Hag

    There’s a little dive on a dead-end road
    Called the Cross-Eyed Cricket Waterin’ Hole
    Where you can hear the sound of a steel guitar
    And get loud and rowdy on PBR
    But at the top of every hour, man you can hear a pin drop
    ’Cause ol’ Jack drops in a quarter
    And plays Merle on the jukebox and we stop and

    Chorus:
    Tip our hats and raise our glasses of cold cold beer
    They say country’s fading
    But we’re still waving that flag around here
    When it’s time to go you know you’re welcome back
    Where the people pledge allegiance to the Hag

    When the weekend comes and the weather’s clear
    There’s a high spot 15 miles from here
    Where you can always find a few dusty trucks
    With the windows down and radio up
    We sit there poppin’ tops, shootin’ bull and singin’ songs
    But you can bet your boots that when Haggard comes on

    (Repeat Chorus)

    One of these days when my time has come
    You can take me back to where I’m from
    Put me on a westbound train
    And ship me off in the pourin’ rain
    Don’t cry for me when I’m gone
    Just put a quarter in the jukebox and sing me back home and

    Tip your hats and raise your glasses of cold cold beer
    They say country’s fading
    But just keep waving that flag around here
    And I know it’ll keep on coming back
    As long as people pledge allegiance
    Where folks still pledge allegiance
    I pledge allegiance to the Hag
  11. Two Pink Lines

    She was pacin’ back and forth on her front porch
    I pulled up slingin’ gravel in my daddy’s Ford
    She cried all the way to Johnson’s store
    I kept the motor runnin’ and parked by the door

    Yeah I was foolish and wild, she was classic and regal
    We were fresh out of school both barely legal
    We were young and on fire and just couldn’t wait
    Six weeks in, she was three weeks late

    One means none and we’re home free
    Two means three and a diamond ring

    Yeah wonderin’ what fate is gonna decide
    We’re just sittin’ around waitin’ on two pink lines
    Sittin’ around waitin’ on two pink lines

    Her daddy’s gonna kill me and that’s a fact
    Maybe we’ll just leave town and never come back
    Or I could stand there and tell him, face him like a man
    Aw who am I kiddin’ he’ll never understand

    That second hand just keeps slowin’ down
    I swear it stopped twice the last time around

    We’ll know the truth in three minutes’ time
    We’re just sittin’ around waitin’ on two pink lines
    Sittin’ around waitin’ on two pink lines

    Hot summer nights whisperin’ her name
    Under a blanket by the river bank
    Hearts beating fast we never thought twice
    She pulled me close and I held on tight

    When the moment of truth finally comes
    She gives me a look and then comes undone
    She says looks like we’re lucky
    Someone’s smilin’ down
    She grabs her coat and says
    See ya around

    Yeah these days the rabbit doesn’t die
    You just sit around waitin’ on
    two pink lines
    Prayin’ that fate is on your side
    Sittin’ around waitin’ on two pink lines
    Sittin’ around waitin’ on two pink lines
  12. Livin' Part of Life

    I woke up early this morning
    And I’m already running late
    There’s a list of things long as my arm
    I won’t get done today
    Is it Tuesday, is it Wednesday
    They’re running into each other
    Somebody tell me when it’s my day
    Man this life can sure be a mother

    Chorus:
    So tomorrow I’m taking me fishing
    Hang a sign on the door of my life
    Tell the world that I’ve gone missing
    And I won’t be back for awhile
    I’m so tired of only wishing
    I could leave my trouble behind
    I wanna be front porch rocking
    With the big sun dropping in a blue sky
    Kick back and get high
    On the livin’ part of life

    They say to keep your spot on the ladder
    And keep that money rolling in
    They say keeping up with the Thiles
    Boy you can’t back off one inch

    Well I’ve been putting in my time
    And I’ve built up a pretty good debt
    I’m gonna spend some
    Maybe waste some
    Before my time comes and
    I wind up dead

    (Repeat Chorus)

    When I get home tonight
    I’ll open the window
    And let whatever roll in
    And if there’s no breeze
    That’s cool with me
    I’ll just raise my sail
    And wait on the wind

    Yeah tomorrow I’m taking me fishing
    Hang a sign on the door of my life
    Tell the world that I’ve gone missing
    And I won’t be back for awhile
    I’m so tired of only wishing
    I could leave my trouble behind
    I wanna be front porch rocking
    With the big sun dropping in a blue sky
    Kick back and get high
    Kick back and get high
    On the livin’, the livin’ part of life

Produced By Jay Joyce

Executive Producer ~ Arturo Buenahora, Jr.

Recorded by Jay Joyce, Jason Hall & Giles Reaves

Recorded at Tragedy/Tragedy

Additional recording by Michael Heeney at Da' House Studios

Production Assistance by Scott Johnson

Mixed by David Leonard at East Iris Studios, Assisted by Mike Paragone

"Lighting" mixed by Jay Joyce at Tragedy/Tragedy

"The Hard Way" mixed by Chuck Ainlay at Backstage Studios, Assisted by Jim Cooley

Mastered by Andrew Mendelson at Georgetown Masters

Musicians:

Jay Joyce ~ Electric & Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Piano & Keyboards

Bryan Sutton ~ Acoustic Guitar, Banjo & Mandolin

Kenny Greenberg ~ Electric Guitar

Richard Bennett ~ Electric Guitar

Mark Hill ~ Bass

Chris Feinstein ~ Bass

Craig Wright ~ Drums & Cajon

Giles Reaves ~ Pump Organ, Marimbula, Djembe & Shaker

Jason Hall ~ Tuba

Chris Thile ~ Mandolin

Tammy Rogers ~ Fiddle

Aubrey Haynie ~ Fiddle

Bruce Bouton ~ Pedal Steel Guitar

Dan Dugmore ~ Pedal Steel Guitar & Dobro

Russ Pahl ~ Pedal Steel Guitar

Michael Raphael ~ Harmonica

Perry Coleman, Russell Terrell ~ Background Vocals

Mindy Smith ~ Background Vocals on "Sinners Like Me"

The Caldwell County Choir on "Pledge Allegiance To The Hag" ~ Jeremy Spillman, Ed Smoak, Pat Norman, Katherine Blasingame, Brandon Church, Brett Beavers, Casey Beathard, Jay Williams, Sean Heeney, Kevin Heeney, Wally Mitchum, Eric Church, Michael Heeney, Chad McGee

Chris Thile appears courtesy of Sugar Hill Records, a Welk Music Group company.

Mindy Smith appears courtesy of Vanguard Records, a Welk Music Group company.

All rights reserved. Lyrics reprinted by permission.

JACK DANIEL'S is a registered trademark of Jack Daniel's Properties, Inc.

Art Direction ~ Joanna Carter/Wendy Stamberger

Design ~ Wendy Stamberger/The Stamberger Company

Photography ~ David McClister

Wardrobe ~ Lee Moore; Grooming ~ Debra Wingo

Art Production ~ Denise Arguijo/Michelle Hall

Digital Imager ~ Colourworks