<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588</id><updated>2011-12-27T19:57:46.049-07:00</updated><category term='Pop'/><category term='Country'/><category term='Rock'/><category term='Video'/><title type='text'>Lyrix</title><subtitle type='html'>Some of my fave songs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-5430020231957838039</id><published>2007-10-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:12:32.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>So Small - Carrie Underwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpOnePLO8mY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpOnePLO8mY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you got if you ain't got love&lt;br /&gt;The kind that you just want to give away&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to open up&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and let the light shine through&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard on a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;You wanna shut the world out and just be left alone&lt;br /&gt;But don't run out on your faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes that mountain you've been climbing&lt;br /&gt;Is just a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;And what you've been out there searching for forever&lt;br /&gt;Is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And when you figure out love is all that matters after all&lt;br /&gt;It sure makes everything else seem&lt;br /&gt;So small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to get lost inside&lt;br /&gt;A problem that seems so big at the time&lt;br /&gt;It's like a river that's so wide it swallows you whole&lt;br /&gt;While you're sitting around thinking about what you can't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worrying about all the wrong things&lt;br /&gt;Time's flying by, moving so fast&lt;br /&gt;You better make it count cause you can't get it back&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing&lt;br /&gt;Is just a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;And what you've been out there searching for forever&lt;br /&gt;Is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when you figure out love is all that matters after all&lt;br /&gt;It sure makes everything else seem&lt;br /&gt;So small, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing&lt;br /&gt;Is just a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;And what you've out there searching for forever&lt;br /&gt;Is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And then you figure out love is all that matters after all&lt;br /&gt;It sure makes everything else&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it sure makes everything else seem&lt;br /&gt;So small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-5430020231957838039?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=5430020231957838039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/5430020231957838039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/5430020231957838039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2007/10/carrie-underwood-so-small.html' title='So Small - Carrie Underwood'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-991864919219189261</id><published>2006-12-23T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:37:50.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Ladies Love Country Boys - Trace Adkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah she grew up in the city in a little subdivision&lt;br /&gt;Her daddy wore a tie, mama never fried a chicken&lt;br /&gt;Ballet, straight-As, most likely to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought her a car after graduation&lt;br /&gt;Sent her down South for some higher education&lt;br /&gt;Put her on the fast track to a law degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now shes coming home to visit&lt;br /&gt;Holding the hand of a wild-eyed boy&lt;br /&gt;With a farmers tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes riding in the middle of his pickup truck&lt;br /&gt;Blaring Charlie Daniels, yelling, Turn it up!&lt;br /&gt;They raised her up a lady but theres one thing&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't avoid&lt;br /&gt;Ladies love country boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know mamas and daddies want better for their daughters&lt;br /&gt;Hope they'll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;And their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never understand why their princess falls&lt;br /&gt;For some camouflage britches and a southern-boy-drawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or why shes riding in the middle of a pickup truck&lt;br /&gt;Blaring Hank Jr., yelling, Turn it up!&lt;br /&gt;They raised her up a lady but theres one thing&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't avoid&lt;br /&gt;Ladies love country boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can train em, you can try to teach em&lt;br /&gt;Right from wrong but its still gonna turn em on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they go riding in the middle of a pickup truck&lt;br /&gt;Blaring Lynyrd Skynyrd, yelling, Turn it up!&lt;br /&gt;You can raise her up a lady but theres one thing&lt;br /&gt;You just cant avoid&lt;br /&gt;Ladies love country boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love us country boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-991864919219189261?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=991864919219189261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/991864919219189261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/991864919219189261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2006/12/ladies-love-country-boys-trace-adkins.html' title='Ladies Love Country Boys - Trace Adkins'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-113600345734861188</id><published>2005-12-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:24:38.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Almost - Bowling For Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I almost got drunk at school, at fourteen&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost made out with the Homecoming Queen&lt;br /&gt;Who almost went on to be Miss Texas&lt;br /&gt;But lost to a slut, with much bigger breast-es&lt;br /&gt;I almost dropped out to move to LA&lt;br /&gt;Where I was almost famous for almost a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost loved you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wished you would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost held up a grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost did five years and then seven more&lt;br /&gt;Cause I almost got popped for a fight with a thug&lt;br /&gt;Cause he almost made off with a bunch of the drugs&lt;br /&gt;That I almost got hooked on cause you ran away&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I would've had the nerve to ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessin' and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;To spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, thinking 'bout all the things I could've done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need a forklift, cause all the baggage weighs a ton&lt;br /&gt;(baggage weighs a ton)&lt;br /&gt;I know we've had our problems, I can't remember one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to say something else&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't fit it in, I'll keep it all to myself&lt;br /&gt;I almost wrote a song about you today&lt;br /&gt;But I tore it all up and then I threw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessin' and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;To spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you (almost had you)&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-113600345734861188?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=113600345734861188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113600345734861188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113600345734861188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2005/12/almost-bowling-for-soup.html' title='Almost - Bowling For Soup'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-113443583105441853</id><published>2005-12-12T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:26:07.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Hicktown - Jason Aldean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You like the way that sounds?&lt;br /&gt;Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull&lt;br /&gt;All the girls are getting pretty, sprayin' on the White Rain&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they're gonna get a rowdy tonight down at the football game&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;We let it rip&lt;br /&gt;When we got the money Let it roll&lt;br /&gt;If we got the gas it gets wild&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but that's the way we get down&lt;br /&gt;In a Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can see the neighbors butt crack nailing on his shingles&lt;br /&gt;And his womans' smokin Pall Mall's watchin' Laura Ingles&lt;br /&gt;And Granny's getting lit she's headin' out to bingo&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my buddies and me are goin' muddin' down on Blue Hole Road&lt;br /&gt;You know Don`t you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;We let it rip&lt;br /&gt;When we got the money Let it roll&lt;br /&gt;If we got the gas it gets wild&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but that's the way we get down&lt;br /&gt;In a Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear folks in the city party in Martini Bars&lt;br /&gt;And they like to show off in their fancy foreign cars&lt;br /&gt;Out here in the boondocks we buy beer at Amoco&lt;br /&gt;And crank our Kraco speakers with that country radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;We let it rip&lt;br /&gt;When we got the money let it roll&lt;br /&gt;If we got the gas it gets wild&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but thats the way we get down&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh We Let It Rip&lt;br /&gt;When we got the money Let it roll&lt;br /&gt;If we got the gas it's buck wild&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but that's the way we get down&lt;br /&gt;In a Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;It's the way we get down&lt;br /&gt;In a Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;Yeah in a Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we ain't finished yet&lt;br /&gt;Got your country boys&lt;br /&gt;And your redneck girls&lt;br /&gt;It's the party heard 'round the world&lt;br /&gt;Right here in Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah in Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;The whole town's gettin down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we let it rip&lt;br /&gt;When we got the money let it roll&lt;br /&gt;If we got the gas it gets wild&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but thats the way we get down&lt;br /&gt;In Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah that's the way we get down&lt;br /&gt;In Hicktown&lt;br /&gt;Oh take it home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-113443583105441853?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=113443583105441853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443583105441853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443583105441853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2005/12/hicktown-jason-aldean.html' title='Hicktown - Jason Aldean'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-113443579727451954</id><published>2005-12-12T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:26:49.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Songs About Me - Trace Adkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met a guy on a Red Eye, he spotted my guitar and said Whada you do?&lt;br /&gt;I said I sing for a livin’. Country music mixed with a little rock and a little blues.&lt;br /&gt;He said I’m sorry but I’ve never been crazy ‘bout that twang and trains and hillbilly things.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever made you want to sing stuff like that?&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at him and laughed and said….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s songs about me&lt;br /&gt;And who I am&lt;br /&gt;Songs about lovin and livin and good hearted women, family and God&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they’re all just songs about me&lt;br /&gt;Songs about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I offered him tickets. I said You’ll see what I mean if you show up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;He said I doubt you’ll change my opinion . I’ll be kinda busy but hey man, I’ll try.&lt;br /&gt;Then later on when we finished our songs about scars and cars and broken hearts,&lt;br /&gt;I saw him, he was standing there right next to the stage and he shouted&lt;br /&gt;Man you were right it was like you sang those&lt;br /&gt;Songs about me and who I am&lt;br /&gt;Songs about lovin and livin and good hearted women, family and God&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they’re all just songs about me&lt;br /&gt;Songs about me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll just keep on singing til I hear the whole world singing.&lt;br /&gt;Those are songs about me and who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Songs about lovin and livin and good hearted women, family and God.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they’re all just songs about me.&lt;br /&gt;Songs about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-113443579727451954?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=113443579727451954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443579727451954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443579727451954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2005/12/songs-about-me-trace-adkins.html' title='Songs About Me - Trace Adkins'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-113443574402454490</id><published>2005-12-12T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:27:17.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Best I Ever Had - Gary Allan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you sailed away into a grey sky morning&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here to stay, love can be so boring&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's quite the same now&lt;br /&gt;I just say your name now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;You don't want me back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you stole my world, now I'm just a phony&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the girl leaves me down and loney&lt;br /&gt;Well, send it in a letter&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;You dont want me back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it might take some time to patch me up inside&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take it so I, I run away and hide&lt;br /&gt;And I might find in time that you were always right&lt;br /&gt;You were always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sailed away into a grey sky morning&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm here to stay, love can be so boring&lt;br /&gt;Was it what you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I'm haunted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;You dont want me back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-113443574402454490?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=113443574402454490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443574402454490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443574402454490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-i-ever-had-gary-allan.html' title='Best I Ever Had - Gary Allan'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-113443565946260984</id><published>2005-12-12T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:27:40.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Country Boy Can Survive - Kid Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The preacher man says it’s the end of time&lt;br /&gt;The Mississippi river she’s goin’ dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interest is up and the stock markets down&lt;br /&gt;Your only getting mugged if ya go downtown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live back in the woods you see&lt;br /&gt;My woman, my kids, and my dogs and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a shotgun and rifle and a 4-wheel drive&lt;br /&gt;A country boy can survive&lt;br /&gt;And a country boy can survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I can plow a field all day long&lt;br /&gt;I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too&lt;br /&gt;Ain't too many things these old boys can't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grow good old tomatoes make homemade wine&lt;br /&gt;A country boy can survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't stomp us out and you can't make me run&lt;br /&gt;Hey there boy I got a big shotgun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say grace, and we say ma'am&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't into that, we don't give a goddamn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good friend in New York City&lt;br /&gt;He never called me Kid Rock he called me Hillbilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa taught me how to live off this land&lt;br /&gt;His taught him to be a businessman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights&lt;br /&gt;I'd send him some homemade wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife&lt;br /&gt;For forty-three dollars, my friend lost his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in the dude's eye&lt;br /&gt;Shoot him with my mother f****n old forty-five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A country boy can survive&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run&lt;br /&gt;Hey there boy I got a big shotgun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say grace, and we say ma'am&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't into that, we don't give a goddamn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went from North California and south Alabam’&lt;br /&gt;And little towns all around this land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can skin a buck, and run a trotline&lt;br /&gt;A country boy can survive&lt;br /&gt;And a country boy can survive&lt;br /&gt;Survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-113443565946260984?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=113443565946260984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443565946260984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443565946260984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2005/12/country-boy-can-survive-kid-rock.html' title='Country Boy Can Survive - Kid Rock'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-113443542573166618</id><published>2005-12-12T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:30:27.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop'/><title type='text'>Beautiful - Christina Aguilera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, it's hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Now and then, I get insecure&lt;br /&gt;From all the pain,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Words can't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful in every single way&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words can't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all your friends you're delirious&lt;br /&gt;So consumed in all your doom&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to fill the emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;The pieces gone,&lt;br /&gt;Left the puzzle undone,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Words can't bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are beautiful in every single way&lt;br /&gt;Yes words can't bring you down, oh, no&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we say&lt;br /&gt;We're the song inside the tune&lt;br /&gt;Full of beautiful mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere we go&lt;br /&gt;The sun will always shine&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow we might awake&lt;br /&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we are beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words won't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;We are beautiful in every single way&lt;br /&gt;Yes words can't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bring me down... today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-113443542573166618?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=113443542573166618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443542573166618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443542573166618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2005/12/beautiful-christina-aguilera.html' title='Beautiful - Christina Aguilera'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-113443534600490289</id><published>2005-12-12T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:31:32.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Mississippi Girl - Faith Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's a long way from Star, Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;To the big stage I'm singing on tonight&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes the butterflies still get me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some people seem to think that I've changed&lt;br /&gt;That I'm different than I was back then&lt;br /&gt;But in my soul, I know that I'm the same way&lt;br /&gt;That I've really always been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a Mississippi girl don't change her ways&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause everybody knows her name&lt;br /&gt;Ain't big headed from a little bit of fame&lt;br /&gt;I still like wearing my old ball cap&lt;br /&gt;Ridin' my kids around piggy back&lt;br /&gt;They might know me all around the world&lt;br /&gt;But, y'all, I'm still a Mississippi girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I spent a few weeks in California&lt;br /&gt;They put my face on the big movie screen&lt;br /&gt;But that don't mean I've forgotten where I came from&lt;br /&gt;That's just me chasing dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a Mississippi girl don't change her ways&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause everybody knows her name&lt;br /&gt;Ain't big headed from a little bit of fame&lt;br /&gt;I still like wearing my old ball cap&lt;br /&gt;Ridin' my kids around piggy back&lt;br /&gt;They might know me all around the world&lt;br /&gt;But, y'all, I'm still a Mississippi girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a Mississippi girl don't change her ways&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause everybody knows her name&lt;br /&gt;Ain't big headed from a little bit of fame&lt;br /&gt;Still like wearing my old ball cap&lt;br /&gt;Ridin' my kids around piggy back&lt;br /&gt;They may know me all around this world, that's all right&lt;br /&gt;But, y'all, I'm still a Mississippi... girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-113443534600490289?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=113443534600490289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443534600490289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443534600490289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2005/12/mississippi-girl-faith-hill.html' title='Mississippi Girl - Faith Hill'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-113443524570890404</id><published>2005-12-12T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:32:46.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Daughters - John Mayor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know a girl&lt;br /&gt;She puts the color inside of my world&lt;br /&gt;She's just like a maze&lt;br /&gt;Where all of the walls all continually change&lt;br /&gt;And I've done all I can&lt;br /&gt;To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's got nothing to do with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you see that skin?&lt;br /&gt;It's the same she's been standing in&lt;br /&gt;Since the day she saw him walking away&lt;br /&gt;Now she's left&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up the mess he made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, you can break&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out how much they can take&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be strong&lt;br /&gt;And boys soldier on&lt;br /&gt;But boys would be gone without warmth from&lt;br /&gt;A woman's good, good heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of every man&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for every girl&lt;br /&gt;You are the god and the weight of her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mothers be good to your daughters, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-113443524570890404?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=113443524570890404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443524570890404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443524570890404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2005/12/daughters-john-mayor.html' title='Daughters - John Mayor'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-113443511086416313</id><published>2005-12-12T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:34:47.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country'/><title type='text'>Miss Me Baby - Chris Cagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss me baby&lt;br /&gt;When you hear our favorite song,&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby&lt;br /&gt;And when you start to sing along&lt;br /&gt;Think about all the times that we danced&lt;br /&gt;In light to it all night long, oh&lt;br /&gt;Then miss me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me honey,&lt;br /&gt;Like you did the night you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Left the keys in the door, took my hand&lt;br /&gt;Pulled me down on the kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we were that crazy&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when he's holding you,&lt;br /&gt;Know that it's killing me,&lt;br /&gt;Let my memory be the reason girl&lt;br /&gt;That you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you feel his touch,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;That I touched your heart so deep&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you can't shake me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I need you,&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby,&lt;br /&gt;Until you can't take it no more&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby&lt;br /&gt;Pack your bags and hit the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man, I was wrong, forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Come back home&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when he's holding you,&lt;br /&gt;Know that it's killing me,&lt;br /&gt;Let my memory be the reason girl&lt;br /&gt;That you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you feel his touch,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And that I touched your heart so deep&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you can't shake me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love you, oh&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you feel his touch,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And that I touched your heart so deep&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you can't shake me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I need you, oh&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you hear this song,&lt;br /&gt;Miss me baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-113443511086416313?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=113443511086416313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443511086416313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443511086416313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2005/12/miss-me-baby-chris-cagle.html' title='Miss Me Baby - Chris Cagle'/><author><name>Shnykeez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715577050062619438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rvg6p8CmCFg/RsoLoHod2oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rsyiIWrqKBU/s400/l_e591281d0a2169d1b983353dc42bcb69.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814588.post-113443451422064656</id><published>2005-12-12T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:37:06.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing&lt;br /&gt;You believed in superstitions&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you'd see the signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord knows that this world is cruel&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool&lt;br /&gt;Learning lovin' somebody don't make them love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang your songs, I danced your dance&lt;br /&gt;I gave your friends all a chance&lt;br /&gt;But putting up with them&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't worth never having you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've been through this before&lt;br /&gt;But it's my first time so please ignore&lt;br /&gt;The next few lines cause they're directed at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;I can't always be playing, playing your fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep playing your part&lt;br /&gt;But it's not my scene&lt;br /&gt;Want this plot to twist&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough mystery&lt;br /&gt;Keep building it up&lt;br /&gt;Then you shooting me down&lt;br /&gt;But I'm already down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;Just wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I was in your position&lt;br /&gt;I'd put down all my ammunition&lt;br /&gt;I'd wonder why'd it taken me so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord knows that I'm not you&lt;br /&gt;And if I was, I wouldn't be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Cause waitin' on love is so easy to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't I always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;I can't always be playing, playing your fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814588-113443451422064656?l=favorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814588&amp;postID=113443451422064656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443451422064656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814588/posts/default/113443451422064656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favorz.blogspot.com/2005/12/sitting-waiting-wishing-jack-johnson.html' title='Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - 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