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Amen
(Skip Black, Hannah Blaylock, Catt Gravitt, Gerald O'Brien)

I heard from a friend of a friend of a friend that
You finally got rid of that girlfriend
You finally came outta that love coma boy

I heard Mary Jane at the Powder Puff Beauty Shop
Sayin’ that blonde in her tube top
She left our Jimmy for a boy in Illinois
Someone give me an Amen
Someone give me an Amen

Chorus:
Can I get a thank God, Hallelujah
You finally saw what she was doin’ to ya
Your Momma called it, she was right
Glad to see you saw the light
The whole town yeah we hooped and hollered
She drove away, nobody stopped her
Nah nah nah nah nah
I’ll say it again
Someone give me an Amen

Yeah right, like I really coulda said something
You wouldn’t a heard it if a train was coming
You had your head so high in the clouds
Oh I, I had a really good reason
For hiding my feelings
But now I can finally spit it out
Someone give me an Amen
Someone give me an Amen

Repeat Chorus

I’m standing right here in front of you
I think I love you too

Can I get a thank God, Hallelujah
Baby do ya believe it do ya
Your Momma called it, she was right
Glad to see you saw the light
The whole town yeah they hooped and hollered
The preacher’s son and the farmer’s daughter
Nah nah nah nah nah
I’ll say it again
Someone give me an Amen
Someone give me an Amen

Nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah

© 2011 Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 401 Kye Music (BMI)/EMI Blackwood Music Inc., Fouche River Publishing (BMI)/Kye'ya con Dios Publishing (BMI)/Ink Pen Mama Music, Songs of Maxx Publishing, Tunes of R And T Direct (SESAC)/Syd And Sophie Songs (SOCAN/ASCAP). All rights obo Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC & 401 Kye Music administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing, LLC. All rights obo Fouche River Publishing administered by EMI Blackwood Music Inc. All rights obo Ink Pen Mama Music, Songs of Maxx Publishing & Tunes of R And T Direct administered by R And T Direct c/o Music Services. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Swingin’ Door
(Terry Clayton, Brett James, Ashley Monroe)

You got your Texas way of walkin'
You got your sexy way of talkin'
And I let you get all under my skin
But now your welcome has worn off and
So next time you go...don't come back again...cause

Chorus

Your train don't stop here anymore
I ain't your gas up, rest stop, swingin' door
You can't just walk in, walk out
Like so many times before
I ain't your swingin' door

You’ve got a girl in every cow town
You think I don't know how you cat around
And I let your sweet talk get my guard down
Took me a while to figure you out
But I’ve got you figured all out now, and

Repeat Chorus

You best make up your mind
Cause if you go you ain't comin' back this time

Your train don't stop here anymore
I ain't your quick stop, walk up, open twenty-four
You can't just drop in, drop out
Treat me like your candy store, no

Repeat Chorus

I ain't your swingin' door

© 2004 Hit Haven Music (BMI)/Chrysalis One Music Publishing Group Ireland Ltd. (IMRO) (Administered by Chrysalis One Music (ASCAP))/Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC (ASCAP)/Stage Three Songs (ASCAP)/Reynsong Publishing Corp, Ayden Publishing (BMI). All rights on behalf of Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 8 Music Square West, Nashville, TN 37203. All rights on behalf of Stage Three Songs administered by BMG Chrysalis. All rights on behalf of Ayden Publishing administered by Reynsong Publishing Corp. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Feels So Real
(Angelo, Hillary Lindsey, Tia Sillers)

It was two years ago and it was yesterday
Might not make sense but that’s just the way it feels to me
I’m as bad as an old washing machine
Spinnin’ ‘round but I never get clean
Don’t you see

Cause baby you’re gone but you’re like the wind
Out of the calm you come back again
Rattling the windows of my painted shut heart
Feels so real

Inside I still got this breaking in my chest
Don’t feel like flesh, it feels like glass
And glass shatters
Oh outside I’m not leather yet
But these days I’m tougher than I ever thought I’d get
Or ever wanna be, and the heart of the matter

Is baby you’re gone but you’re like the wind
Out of the calm you come back again
Rattling the windows of my painted shut heart
Feels so real, feels so real

Pullin’ down Jupiter, would be much easier
Swimming in the sky that would be a breeze
Than finding a magic cure, help me remember
You’re nothing but a memory

Baby you’re gone but you’re like the wind
Out of the calm you come back again
Rattling the windows of my painted shut heart
Feels so real, feels so real
It was two years ago and it was yesterday
Oh it feels so real, oh
Might not make sense but that’s just the way it feels to me

© 2011 Universal - PolyGram International Publishing, Inc., Green Wagon Music (ASCAP)/ Sony/ATV Publishing LLC, Animal Fair and Life Is Fine Music. All rights on behalf of Green Wagon Music admin by Universal - PolyGram International Publishing, Inc. All rights on behalf of Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Animal Fair and Life Is Fine Music admin by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 8 Music Square West, Nashville, TN 37203. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Slow Motion
(Dean Berner, Kye Fleming, Don Rollins, Laura Veltz)

Sunset sunrise open your big blue eyes
If you go too fast you’ll pass up the best things in your life
My heart ain’t into rollercoaster rides
I need a lifetime slow climb if I’m gonna get it right

Chorus
Baby whatcha thinkin’ do you wanna be with me
And maybe we can see where this thing goes
I’m talkin’ ‘bout, love in, slow motion

Crush touch rush into lust and call it love
Thinking right now somehow might work out but never does
Forever’s more to me than just a word
I’m on a slow road don’t go racing rolling past the curves

Repeat Chorus

I want loving, I want living, to be stretching every minute
To the limit with no looking back and wishing and regretting
I’m not letting myself go until I feel that sweet emotion
Talkin’ ‘bout, love in, slow motion
Love in, slow motion
Love in, slow emotion
Talkin’ ‘bout, love in
Talkin’ ‘bout, love in, slow
Talkin’ ‘bout, love in, slow
Baby whatcha thinkin’ do you wanna be with me
And maybe we can see where this thing goes

© 2011 EMI Blackwood Music Inc., Deanomite (BMI)/Kye'ya con Dios Publishing (BMI)/Kye Fleming Songs (BMI)/Chrysalis One Music Publishing (IMRO), Curtis E Flush Music (BMI)/Oh Denise Publishing (BMI). All rights on behalf of Deanomite administered by EMI Blackwood Music Inc. All rights on behalf of Chrysalis One Music Publishing and Curtis E Flush Music administered by Chrysalis One Songs. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Christ Alone
(Steve Smith)

When I fly off this mortal earth
And I’m measured up by depth and girth
The Father says now what’s he worth
May he see Jesus death and birth

Don’t measure me by dollar signs
Or bricks and mortar you may find
By Christ alone will I be found
Worthy of that golden crown
Worthy of that golden crown

The value of this life I’ve lived
How did I love, did I forgive
Where did my treasure truly lay
How did I start and end each day

Don’t measure me by battles won
Or some good deed that I have done
By Christ alone will I be found
Worthy of that golden crown
Worthy of that golden crown

May be a pauper or a king
Have nothing or have everything
The question begs, do you belong
Do you sing a resurrection song

Measured by the master’s hand
On only one truth can we stand
By Christ alone will we be found
Worthy of that golden crown
Worthy of that golden crown

© 2011 Boston Music Inc. (BMI) (Administered by EMI Blackwood Music Inc.). All rights reserved. Used by permission.