Music - text of songs

It’s written on our palms and it’s written on our hearts
It’s written in our songs and it’s written in the stars
Sometimes all we can do is stand up tall
They’re standing in line just to watch us fall

Whooooa, whoooa, whoooa, whoooa
We can’t forget these are the days
Whooooa, whoooa, whoooa, don’t be afraid
We can’t forget these are the days

Well, we got each other and that’s all we need
From here on out it’s just you and me
Two hometown hearts up against the world
That don’t stand a chance against this boy and girl

We’ve faced em down, fought bigger fights
And I know, babe, we’re gonna be alright

Whooooa, whoooa, whoooa, whoooa
We can’t forget these are the days
Whooooa, whoooa, whoooa, don’t be afraid
We can’t forget these are the days

Well, it feels like we’re living from paycheck to check
And we wake up wondering what might happen next
Yeah, sometimes it feels like we won’t make it through
But the hard times pass like the good ones do
Baby, wrap your fingers and hold on tight
I’ll be right here beside you tonight

Baby, climb up here, watch the city glow
Let’s make a wish on the fireworks below
We’re making moments we won’t forget
We fill in ones that haven’t happened yet

Whooa, whooa, whooa, whooa, whooa
We can’t forget these are the days
Whooooa, whoooa, whoooa, don’t be afraid
We can’t forget these are the days

Whooooa, whoooa, whoooa, don’t be afraid
We can’t forget these are the days

Little Annie Vickers is boarding up windows
And a rows all get stranded on a silos
Hey, there Annie, don’t even think it
So much water and you can’t even drink it
Well, maybe by Christmas they’ll dig up the rows
Take whatever you can, girl, and leave the rest for the crows
Leave the rest for the crows

Living in Crawford for fifteen years
Nothing much ever happens round here
And, no one believed the water would come
Til the sky grew dark and it swallowed the sun
And it rained for forty-two nights and forty-two days
And everything that we love is floating away

How long til our dreams run dry
Don’t know but we’re staying
On our knees we raise our eyes
Holding on and praying to find one blue sky

Mrs Wilson sits with an insurance adjuster
Big city boy, she never did trust him
Have you been getting the letters I’m sending
Cause the preacher swears that the world is ending
Well, if there’s a way out, wish someone would show us
We keep looking around here for some modern day Moses

How long til our dreams run dry
Don’t know but we’re staying
On our knees we raise our eyes
Holding on and praying to find one blue sky

We will dig in our heels hard as we can
But the backyard looks like the Rio Grande
And I wonder will it wash us clean or wash us away

How long til our dreams run dry
Don’t know but we’re staying
On our knees we raise our eyes
Holding on and praying to find one blue sky

(How long til our dreams run dry)
(Don’t know but we’re staying)
On our knees we raise our eyes
Holding on and praying to find one blue sky
(Blue sky) one blue sky

Looking for an angel in these hills
Looking for a map to find what we left behind
Knowing that we will

Always end up right where we start
Cause I got time on my hands and hope in my heart
We both understand we weren’t meant to be apart

April showers bring May flowers
I have seen rain before
But if Sunday morning lets that sun in
What are we waiting for
Cause love leaves an open door

If I had one day I’d wish for two
One for me, baby, and one for you
And it would find you right where you are
With time on your hands and hope in your heart
We both understand we were written in the stars

April showers bring May flowers
I have seen rain before
But if Sunday morning lets that sun in
What are we waiting for
Cause love leaves an open door

It’s worth all the cost
Til I find what I lost in your eyes
And you realize

April showers bring May flowers
I have seen rain before
But if Sunday morning lets that sun in
What are we waiting for
Cause love leaves an open
Wishing and hoping
Love leaves an open

(Ready, okay)

Mean girls
Well, I ain’t a mean girl
But I’ve known a few
They’ll make you cry, baby
And then blame it on you
They’ll hate you if you’re pretty
They’ll hate you if you’re not
They’ll hate you for what you lack, baby
Then they’ll hate you for what you’ve got

Mean girls, scratch and spitting
Mean girls, can’t be forgiven
Mean girls, make mean women
Mean girls

Starts on the playground pulling your hair
Then in high school, gets worse from there
You’ll see em coming, they travel in packs
Smile to your face, baby, stabbing your back
If they ain’t out a-prowling, creeping down the hall
You’ll find em by the lockers, baby
Sharpening their claws

Mean girls, start em young
Mean girls, forked tongue
Mean girls, see em and run
Mean girls

Mean girls

Sugar and spice and everything nice
Thinks she hot but she’s cold as ice
First comes love then comes marriage
Then comes her Mama with another little wannabe

Mean girls, full of hate
Mean girls, just can’t wait
Mean girls, take your date

Mean girls, make stuff up
Mean girls, just bad luck
Mean girls, stink

Mean girls, best friends forever
Mean girls, almost never
Mean girls, whatever

Mean girls

Hey, mean girls

Artist:   Sugarland
Genres:  Country
             Folk

Artist:  Westlife
Genre:  Pop
          Rock: Pop-Rock
          Rock
          Folk

Tell the children of Abraham
There’s a star over Bethlehem
And the light in the manger
Come a Christmas morn
When baby Jesus is born

Angel came to Mary
Said, I’m tellin’ you
The light of this world
Is shinin’ inside of you
His sweet forgiveness
Gonna set men free
The lame will walk
And the blind will see

Tell the children of Abraham
There’s a star over Bethlehem
And the light in the manger
Come a Christmas morn
When baby Jesus is born

Wise men following a holy light
Shepherds heard singing
In the midnight sky
And they all came a runnin’
Through the stable door
The meek and the mighty
The rich and the poor

Tell the children of Abraham
There’s a star over Bethlehem
And the light in the manger
Come a Christmas morn
When baby Jesus is born
Baby Jesus is born

If your paycheck depends on
The weather and the clock
If your conversation calls for
A little more than a coffee pot
If you need to pour your heart out
And try to rectify some situation
That you’re facing
Contact your American Honky-Tonk Bar Association

When Uncle Sam dips in your pocket
For most things you don’t mind
But when your dollar goes to all of those
Standing in a welfare line
Well rejoice you have a voice
If you’re concerned about the destination
Of this great nation
It’s called the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association

It represents the hardhat
Gunrack, achin’-back
Over taxed, flag-wavin’, fun-lovin’ crowd
They’re heart is in the music
And they love to play it loud
There’s no forms or applications
There’s no red tape administrations
It’s the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association

We’re all one big family
Throughout the cities and the towns
We don’t reach for handouts
we reach for those who are down
And every local chapter has a seven day a week
Available consultation
For your frustration
It’s called the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association

It represents the mud flaps
Six pack, beer crack
Over-taxed, flag-wavin’, fun-lovin’ crowd
They’re heart is in the music
And they love to play it loud
There’s no forms or applications
There’s no red tape administrations
It’s the American Honky-Tonk Bar Association

Album - Garth Brooks
Year:    1999
Genre -  Folk

First time he saw the ground get busted
He was ten and it was 1952
His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown
And the goin’ got tough behind them ol’ grey mules

The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin’
So he slipped away one night ‘neath the harvest moon

His neck was red as Alabama clay
But the city’s call pulled him away
He’s got a factory job and runs a big machine
He don’t miss the farm or the fields of green

Now the city’s just a prison without fences
His job is just a routine he can’t stand
And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces
Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands

Then one day a picture came inside a letter
Of a young girl with a baby in her arms
And the words she wrote would change his life forever
So he went to raise his family on the farm

His neck is red as Alabama clay
Now he’s goin’ home this time to stay
Where the roots run deep on the family tree
And the tractor rolls through the fields of green

His neck is red as Alabama clay
Now he’s goin’ home this time to stay
Where the roots run deep on the family tree
And the tractor rolls through the fields of green

His neck is red as Alabama clay

Album:  Ropin’ The Wind
Year:   1991
Genre:  Folk

Folks call me a maverick
Guess I ain’t too diplomatic
I just never been the kind to go along
Just avoidin’ confrontation
For the sake of conformation
And I’ll admit I tend to sing a different song
But sometimes you just can’t be afraid
To wear a different hat
If Columbus had complied
This old world might still be flat
Nothin’ ventured, nothin’ gained
Sometimes you’ve got to go against the grain
Well, I have been accused
Of makin’ my own rules
There must be rebel blood
Just a-runnin’ through my veins
But I ain’t no hypocrite
What you see is what you get
And that’s the only way I know
To play the game
Old Noah took much ridicule
For building his great ark
But after forty days and forty nights
He was lookin’ pretty smart
Sometimes it’s best to brave the wind and rain
By havin’ strength to go against the grain
Well, there’s more folks than a few
Who share my point of view
But they’re worried
If they’re gonna sink or swiim
They’d like to buck the system
But the deck is tacked against ‘em
And they’re a little scared
To go out on a limb
But if you’re gonna leave your mark
You can’t follow like a bunch of sheep
You got to listen to your heart
Go bustin’ in like old John Wayne
Sometimes you got to go against the grain
Nothin’ ventured, nothin’ gained
Sometimes you’ve got to go against the grain