Lee Brice

Jeep tires burn my driveway black, Got my John Deere hat turned back. Brother says there's gonna be a fight, Sumter County Friday Night. One black eye and two teeth later, Sumter High and the Lakewood gators Brandy May, Nancy Bean, Waiting at the Dai

Lee (-999,1298)Brice - One More Day . . The feeling just hit, where did the time get to? Some 31 days on the road, one more show to do I'm standing on the side of the stage, about to walk on I'll give them all that I have, oh, then babe, I'm coming h

Lee Brice - Don't Believe Everything You Think I know you're thinkin' that you've got me all figured out A music man like me ain't ever gonna settle down And you're just waitin' around for the day that you're convinced ain't ever gonna come And just

I am insensitive I have a tendency to pay more attention to the things that I need. Sometimes I drink to much, sometimes I test your trust, sometimes I dunno Why you're staying with me? I'm hard to love, hard to love, I don't make it easy, I couldn't

We're up when the rooster crows Clock in when the whistle blows Eight hours tickin' slow And then, tomorrow, we'll do it all again. I'm a member of a blue collared crowd They can never, naw they can't keep us down. PRE-CHORUS: If you gotta, gotta lab

Last night, outta the blue Driftin' off to the evening news She said "Honey, what would you do If you'd never met me" I just laughed, said "I don't know, But I could take a couple guesses though" And then tried to dig real deep, Said,

They called him crazy when they started out Said seventeen's too young to know what loves about They've been together fifty-eight years now That's crazy He brought home sixty-seven bucks a week He bought a little 2 bedroom house on Maple Street Where

Lee Brice - See About A Girl . . Well me and the boys are feelin' alright Raisin' some hell, sippin' on whiskey and 'shine, yeah Bob Dylan on the jukebox, shootin' some pool Tellin' old stories and stretching the truth and lies Yeah, I feel my cell p

I Drive Your Truck Lee Brice 89 cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling on the floorboards That dirty Braves cap on the dash Dog tags hanging from the rear-view, Old skoal can and cowboy boots and a go army shirt folded in the bac

"I Don't Dance" I'll never settle down, That's what I always thought Yeah, I was that kind of man, just ask anyone I don't dance, But here I am Spinning you around and around in circles It Ain't my style, but I don't care I'd do anything with yo

Hey, it's Big D and Bubba, and and we're live on location. We want you to come on out because this is not just a party; it's a parking lot party with Lee Brice! John's firing up his Coleman grill We've got twenty four tall boys on the chill Yeah, fou