Eric Church

Caught in the Act (Live)

Caught in the Act (Live)

Released April 5, 2013

  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. 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
  3. Drink In My Hand

    Early Monday morning till Friday at 5
    Man I work work work but I don’t climb climb climb
    Boss man can shove that overtime up his can
    All I wanna do is put a drink in my hand

    Fill it up, throw it down
    I’ve got a 40 hour week worth of trouble to drown
    No need to complicate it, I’m a simple man
    All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand

    Yeah the parking lot is muddy, can’t get to the door
    I take my jacked up drop her down in 4x4
    Chill down a long neck, warm up the band
    All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand

    Fill it up, throw it down
    I’m about to tear a new one in this old town
    5 4 3 2 1 I’m a rocketman
    All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand

    Make me wanna go ooh ooh ooh when you dance like that
    You got that little tattoo playing peek-a-boo on your back
    Yeah if you want to impress me baby here’s my plan
    All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand

    Yeah fill it up, throw it down
    When you drive me home, take the long way around
    You be my Lois Lane, I’ll be your Superman
    All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand

    My head Monday morning when that alarm clock sings
    It goes bang bang bang while it ring ring rings
    Yeah I’m ready to roll if you want to rock again
    All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand

    Yeah fill it up, throw it down
    I got a little hung over still hanging around
    Yeah that hair of the dog is howling hey there man
    All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand

    That hair of the dog is howling hey there man
    All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand
  4. Over When It's Over

    It’s over when it’s over, ain’t it baby, ain’t it
    Rips you like a dagger
    Can’t it baby, can’t it
    Wish we could do it over
    Damn it baby, damn it
    We had it in the air but just couldn’t land it
    It’s the first snap of the last straw
    Where regrets outlast the alcohol
    It’s a cold sweat in an empty bed
    Dreams are like a knife when you’re hanging by a thread
    It ain’t no maybe we can make it if we just play the right cards

    No, It’s over when it’s over, ain’t it baby, ain’t it
    Rips you like a dagger
    Can’t it baby, can’t it
    Wish we could do it over
    Damn it baby, damn it
    We had it in the air but just couldn’t land it
    It’s a white flag, it’s a stop sign
    It’s last long drag on a Marlboro Light
    It’s a long night of beatin’ up the past
    Knowing the first light is gonna hit you back
    This ain’t no gone for good drill or no goodbye false alarm
    It’s over

    This ain’t a baby wait, we can make it work
    It’s a blank page when your outta words
    It’s a flat line, it’s a heart attack
    Yeah it’s too far-gone to be shocked back
    It’s a one way with nowhere to turn
    It’s a no brakes baby, crash and burn
    Ain’t no map gonna ever bring us back from where we are

    No it’s just over when it’s over, ain’t it baby, ain’t it
    Rip you like a dagger
    Can’t it baby, can’t it
    Wish we could do it over
    Damn it baby, damn it
    We had it in the air and just couldn’t land it
  5. I'm Gettin' Stoned

    I read it in the paper, marked a date on the wall
    To remind myself to celebrate the day I lose it all
    They made plans to be together, I made plans to be alone
    She got a rock and I’m gettin’ stoned

    Damn right I’ve got objections but it’s awful too late now
    The cans are on the limo and the rice is on the ground
    They’re headed for the islands but hell I’m already gone
    She got a rock and I’m gettin’ stoned

    Here’s to happy ever after and here’s to balls and chains
    Here’s to all us haters of old lovers new last names
    And here’s to holin’ up and gettin’ right where I belong
    She got a rock and I’m gettin’ stoned

    Yeah I knew that it was over when I heard those wedding bells
    That preacher was my jailer, now this bottle is my bail
    So much for all that prayin’ her I do would be I don’t
    She got a rock, I’m gettin’ stoned

    Here’s to happy ever after and here’s to balls and chains
    Here’s to all us haters of old lovers new last names
    And here’s to holin’ up and gettin’ right where I belong
    She got a rock, I’m gettin’ stoned

    So to hell with her and him
    And that white horse they rode out on
    She got a rock, I’m gettin’ stoned
    Yeah she got a rock, I’m gettin’ stoned
  6. Creepin'

    Like a honey bee beatin’ on my screen door
    Got a little buzz and my head is sore
    From my bed I can feel the sun
    Lord ‘round here the morning comes
    Just a creepin’ creepin’ creepin’ creepin’

    You shot outta here like a bullet from a gun
    A flip of a switch, a thief on the run
    Since the day you left me baby
    I can feel the lonely, I can hear the crazy
    Just a creepin’ creepin’, just a creepin’ creepin’

    Head to the future, run from the past
    Hide from the mirror, live in a glass
    What the dreams forget the whiskey remembers
    Kinda like molasses in late December
    Just a creepin’ creepin’

    Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love
    Got under my skin and into my blood
    That need you back comes over me
    Like ivy crawling up a hickory tree
    Just a creepin’ creepin’, just a creepin’ creepin’

    Head to the future, run from the past
    Hide from the mirror, live in a glass
    What the dreams forget the whiskey remembers
    Kinda like molasses in late December
    Just a creepin’ creepin’

    Just last night I saw the light
    At the end of that tunnel on the other side
    Thought I’d find my way out of this pain
    Only to find your memory train
    Creepin’
  7. Keep On

    Yeah I see you over there making eyes at me
    Like you don’t wanna get caught
    Where’d you get the cowboy on your arm
    And where you want me to drop him off
    I see you trying to hide that fire inside
    But your hold me back’s almost gone
    Yeah it’s about time I let cowboy know
    That I’m a gonna take you home

    Yeah so keep on looking at me that way
    That way we can move this along
    I can tell you what I got here on my mind
    But I think you already know
    Yeah and now’s the time for you to turn around
    If you want me to walk away
    Or you can keep on keep on keep on keep on looking at me that way

    Yeah I can tell by the way I took your hand
    And then asked you to dance
    He went all John Wayne in front of his friends
    And said I don’t think so man
    Yeah all bowed up like a loud mouth pup
    Never been in a junkyard fight
    But if you’re gonna bark at the big dog boy
    Then you’re gonna get to feel the bite

    Yeah so keep on looking at me that way
    That way we can move this along
    I can finish sweeping her off her pretty little feet
    And your buddies can carry you home
    You can back off and let her dance with me
    And live to fight another day
    Or you can keep on keep on keep on keep on looking at me that way

    Yeah I love the way the sun’s coming through
    And bouncing off the small of your back
    Yeah I know if I call in sick today
    Boss man will have a heart attack
    Yeah I knew it was over when she rolled over
    And said baby why don’t you stay
    And keep on keep on keep on keep on looking at me that way
    Keep on keep on keep on keep on looking at me that
    Looking at me that, looking at me that way
  8. Hungover & Hard Up

    Hungover and hard up
    I’m broken down and messed up
    I never saw your leavin’ coming
    But I sure felt it when it left

    Memory button stuck on repeat
    Mind skipping like a record machine
    Over and over that goodbye scene
    Keeps spinning in my head

    It keeps haunting me and ain’t no maybe about it
    The hurt keeps calling me, come on out we’ve got you surrounded
    Yeah the bottle in my hand is loaded
    And I ain’t afraid to use it tonight
            
    Hungover and hard up
    Pain hurts and whiskey’s tough
    And too much ain’t never enough
    To break through your spell

    Living in the lost and found
    Round and round, up and down
    I’m tired of this seesaw merry-go-round
    So Mary you can go to hell

    All I wanna do is just get on down the highway
    I’ll be there as soon as I get on outta my way
    Yeah the truth is like a hangman’s noose
    And it’s holding up my heart tonight

    Hungover and hard up
    I tried it all well now what
    I’ve giving everything but up
    And ups going down the drain

    Just when I thought the coast was clear
    You’re clouding up my atmosphere
    That morning sun’s waiting there when I wake up
    Hungover and hard up
  9. 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
  10. Country Music Jesus

    There'll be fire on the mountain

    I had a revelation last night
    Divine inspiration from the other side
    Of what it's gonna take to right all this wrong
    We need a country music Jesus to come and save us all

    We need a second coming worse than bad
    Some longhaired hippie prophet preaching from the book of Johnny Cash
    A sheep among the wolves there standing tall
    We need a country music Jesus to come and save us all

    (Chorus)
    There'll be fire on the mountain
    There'll be revival and banging drums
    There'll be screaming and there'll be shouting
    When my country music Jesus comes

    We've had our believers in the past
    And they gave us a message that would last
    They built our house on a foundation of stone
    God send a country music Jesus to come and save us all

    (Chorus x2)

    When my country music Jesus comes
  11. 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
  12. Jack Daniels

    I’ve got a reputation goin’ round
    I ain’t never been the kind to back down
    I’ve thrown a punch or two and gave a few black eyes
    But Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

    Yeah I hung in pretty good for a round or two
    But he don’t fight fair like daddy taught me to
    Her memory turned my head and then he snuck up from behind
    Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

    I always thought this heart was made of steel and bulletproof
    But the memory of her taillights fading breaks it right in two
    Guess every Superman has got his kryptonite
    Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

    Well I didn’t bleed and I ain’t black and blue
    But it ain’t hard to tell who got the better of who
    ‘Cause in the morning light I’m hard to recognize
    Yeah Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

    I always thought this heart was made of steel and bulletproof
    But the memory of her taillights fading breaks it right in two
    Guess every Superman has got his kryptonite
    Jack Daniels kicked my ass again last night

    That black label is like black powder for my soul
    My head feels like a bomb about to blow
    Hell I’m half inclined to give that fuse a light
    And let Jack Daniels kick my ass again tonight
  13. Homeboy

    You were too bad for our little square town
    With your hip-hop hat and your pants on the ground
    Heard you cussed out mama, pushed daddy around
    Before you tore off in his car
    Now here you are runnin’ these dirty ol’ streets
    Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth
    Got the hood here snowed but you can’t fool me
    We both know who you are

    (Chorus)
    Homeboy you’re gonna wish one day
    You were sittin’ on the gate of a truck by the lake
    With your high school flame on one side
    Ice cold beer on the other
    Ain’t no shame in a blue collar 40
    Little house, little kids, little small town story
    If you don’t ever do anything else for me
    Just do this for me brother
    Come on home boy

    I was hauling this hay to Uncle Joe’s farm
    Thought of us barefoot kids in the yard
    Man it seems we were just catchin’ snakes in the barn
    Now you’re caught up in this mess
    I could use a little help unloadin’ these bales
    I can keep you pretty busy with a hammer and a nail
    Ain’t a glamorous life but it’ll keep you outta jail
    Not worry us all to death

    (Chorus)

    Come on home boy

    You can’t hold back the hands of time
    Mama’s going gray and so is daddy’s mind
    I wish you’d come on back and make it all right
    Before they’re called home boy

    Come on home boy, home boy
    Come on home boy
  14. Lotta Boot Left To Fill

    Get-ups, gimmicks
    One hit wonders that don’t stick
    Pretty boys acting tough
    Boy bands give it up

    And if it looks good on TV
    It’ll look good on a CD
    Shape it up, trim it down
    Who gives a damn ‘bout how it sounds

    I don't think Waylon done it that way
    And if he was here he'd say “Hoss, neither did Hank”
    I ain't dogging what you're doing
    But boys come on let's get real
    You still got a lotta boot left to fill

    You say you’re the real deal
    But you play what nobody feels
    You sing about Johnny Cash
    The man in black would’ve whipped your ass

    And I don't think Waylon done it that way
    And if he was here he'd say “Hoss, neither did Hank”
    I ain't dogging what you're doing
    But boys come on let's get real
    You still got a lotta boot left to fill

    So so long ‘til I see you again
    When you’re laying in the bargain bin

    Well I don't think Waylon done it that way
    And if he was here he'd say “Hoss, neither did Hank”
    I ain't dogging what you're doing
    But then again, hell yes I am
    I just don’t give a damn
    Cause you still got a lotta boot left to fill
    I guess we all got a lotta boot left to fill
  15. Smoke a Little Smoke

    Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down
    Let this ol’ world just spin around
    I wanna feel it swing, wanna feel it sway
    And put some feel good in my soul
    Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke

    Want a little more right and a little less left
    Little more right now, a little less what’s next
    Act like tomorrow’s ten years away
    And just kick back and let the feelin’ flow
    Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke

    I set my sails for a new direction
    But the wind got in my way
    I changed my course
    But my definition of change
    Just ain’t the same

    I’m gonna sit right here
    Stay away from there
    I’m gonna make pretend
    I just don’t care
    And I could get up
    Go get her back
    Or maybe I’ll just let her go
    Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke

    Then I’ll maybe break out that old rock and roll
    Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke
  16. 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
  17. Springsteen

    To this day when I hear that song, I see you standing there on that lawn
    Discount shades, store bought tan, flip-flops and cut off jeans
    Somewhere between that setting sun, I’m On Fire and Born To Run
    You looked at me and I was done but we were just getting started

    I was singing to you, you were singing to me
    I was so alive, never been more free
    Fired up my daddy’s lighter and we sang oh
    Stayed there till they forced us out
    We took the long way to your house
    And I can still hear the sound
    Of you saying don’t go

    When I think about you
    I think about 17
    I think about my old Jeep
    I think about the stars in the sky
    Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
    Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
    Springsteen

    If I bumped in to you by happenstance
    You probably wouldn’t even know who I am
    But if I whispered your name, I bet there’d still be a spark
    From back when I was gasoline and this old tattoo had brand new ink
    And we didn’t care what your mom would think ‘bout your name on my arm

    Baby is it spring or is it summer
    The guitar sound or the beat of that drummer
    You hear sometimes late at night on your radio
    Even though you’re a million miles away
    When you hear Born In The USA
    Do you relive those glory days from so long ago

    When you think about me
    Do you think about 17
    Do you think about my old Jeep
    Think about the stars in the sky
    Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
    Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
    Springsteen, Springsteen

    Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
    Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
    Springsteen, Springsteen
    Oh Springsteen

Musicians:

Eric Church – Acoustic Guitar and Keys

Craig Wright – Drums and Background Vocals

Lee Hendricks – Bass

Driver Williams – Electric Guitar

Jeff Cease – Electric Guitar and Shaker

Jeff Hyde – Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin, Banjo and Background Vocals

Joanna Cotton – Background Vocals on “Creepin’,” “Over When It’s Over,” “Longer Gone” and “Country Music Jesus”

Photography by John Peets

Art Direction by Joanna Carter

Design by John Heiden and Bijan Berahimi at Smog Design Inc.

Art Production by Michelle Hall

Management by John Peets, Q Prime, Inc. Nashville, TN

This record would not be possible if not for the guys that set it up and tear it down and the guys that make the music every night. This record is for them and by them. They are unequivocally the best of the best.

-Eric Church

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