Music January 06, 2017

RED Friday

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2HMsgH1_H0

Fast, on a rough road riding
High, through the mountains climbing
Twisting, turning further from my home.
Young, like a new moon rising
Fierce, through the rain and lightning
Wandering out into this great unknown.
And I don’t want no one to cry, but tell em’
If I don’t survive
I was born free
I was born free
I was born free
Born Free
Free, like a river raging
Strong, if the wind I’m facing.
Chasing dreams and racing father time.
Deep like the grandest canyon,
Wild like an untamed stallion.
If you can’t see my heart you must be blind.
You can knock me down and watch me bleed
But you can’t keep no chains on me.
I was born free
I was born free
I was born free
Born Free
And I’m not good at long goodbyes but look down
Deep into my eyes.
I was born free!
Hey yaya yayaya
Oh hoo
Calm facing danger
Lost, like an unknown stranger
Grateful for my time with no regrets.
Close to my destination
Tired, frail and aching
Waitin’ patiently for the sun to set
And when its done believe that
I will yell it from that mountain high
I was born free
I was born free
I was born free
Born Free
And I will vow to the shining seas
And celebrate God’s Grace on me.
I was born free
I was born free
I was born free
Born Free
Oh, oh oh oh wah hoo

Songwriters: Marlon Young / Robert J Ritchie

 

Craig Morgan: He served on active duty for nine and a half years in the US Army as a member of the 101st and 82nd Airborne Divisions and remained in the reserves for another six and a half years.[2]

I’m meetin’ my buddies out on the lake
We’re headed out to a special place (We love!)
That just a few folks know
There’s no signin’ up, no monthly dues
Take your Johnson, your Mercury or your Evinrude and fire it up
Meet us out at party cove
Come on in the waters fine
Just idle on over, and toss us a line

Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung together like a floatin’ trailer park
Anchored out and gettin’ loud all summer long
Side by side there’s five houseboat front porches
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches
Regular joes, rockin’ the boat that’s us
The Redneck Yacht Club

Bermuda’s, flip-flops and a tank top tan
He popped his first top at 10 a.m., (That’s Bob!)
He’s our president
We’re checkin’ out the girls on the upper deck
Rubbin’ in the 15 S-P-F, (Its hot! Whoo!)
Everybody’s jumpin’ in
Later on when the sun goes down
We’ll pull out the jar and that old guitar
And pass ’em around

Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung together like a floatin’ trailer park
Anchored out and gettin’ loud all summer long
Side by side there’s five houseboat front porches
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches
Regular joes, rockin’ the boat that’s us
The Redneck Yacht Club

When the party’s over and we’re all alone
We’ll be makin’ waves, in a no wake zone

Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung together like a floatin’ trailer park
Anchored out and gettin’ loud all summer long
Side by side there’s five houseboat front porches
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches
Regular joes, rockin’ the boat that’s us
The Redneck Yacht Club

Redneck Yacht Club
(Na, na, na)
Redneck Yacht Club
(Na, na, na)
Written by Steve Williams, Thom Sheppard

 

 

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