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Dierks Bentley

Back Porch (from Country & Cold Cans EP, 2012) Lyrics

by Dierks Bentley on album Country & Cold Cans (EP)

Ain't no line around the corner, no security, No velvet rope, no dress code, everybody's VIP, You can wear your hat, dance in your bare feet, No credit card, no roll of cash, just BYOB Woah oh o

Dierks Bentley

Back Porch Lyrics

by Dierks Bentley on album Riser

Ain't no line around the corner, no security, No velvet rope, no dress code, everybody's VIP, You can wear your hat, dance in your bare feet, No credit card, no roll of cash, just BYOB Woah oh o

Dierks Bentley

Back Porch Lyrics

by Dierks Bentley on album Riser

Ain't no line around the corner, no security, No velvet rope, no dress code, everybody's VIP, You can wear your hat, dance in your bare feet, No credit card, no roll of cash, just BYOB Woah oh oh, ch

Dierks Bentley

Back Porch Lyrics

by Dierks Bentley on album Riser

Ain't no line around the corner, no security, No velvet rope, no dress code, everybody's VIP, You can wear your hat, dance in your bare feet, No credit card, no roll of cash, just BYOB Woah oh oh, ch

Dierks Bentley

Five Lyrics

by Dierks Bentley on album Beaut Ute Anthems 2015

Back in my day I was always Cruisin' the road on Sunday Makin' those tires spin your way Yeah, it seems like yesterday We'd go swingin' on the front porch You were all mine and I was all yours Yeah, t

Dierks Bentley

Stranger to Myself Lyrics

by Dierks Bentley on album The Mountain

I ain't seen 'em in quite a while I've been lucky to live two lives But I wouldn't wanna live that one twice Yeah the past is best left on the shelf I was a stranger top myself, before you came along

Big Tymers

Big Tymers Lyrics

by Big Tymers on album How U Luv That

Big Tymers How U Luv That Big Tymers [baby] For sure, lil' one Off top, playboy Look here These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch [b.g.] Let me at 'em [baby] Better

American Country Hits

Tip It On Back (Tribute to Dierks Bentley) Lyrics

by American Country Hits on album Tip It On Back (Tribute to Dierks Bentley)

I see main street closing Miles of "For Sale" signs And them fields ain't growing Fast enough to get us by I feel the sweet release, Of a Friday night For a couple of hours we can run this town Till i

Cole Swindell feat. Dierks Bentley

Flatliner (feat. Dierks Bentley) Lyrics

by Cole Swindell feat. Dierks Bentley on album Flatliner (feat. Dierks Bentley)

Dang, girl, look at you Stopping me in my boots What's a country boy to do, but say Uh uh Stop beating my chest up You're down right dangerous That shake got me gitty up Got my eyes what what Sippin

Cole Swindell feat. Dierks Bentley

Flatliner (feat. Dierks Bentley) Lyrics

by Cole Swindell feat. Dierks Bentley on album You Should Be Here

Dang, girl, look at you Stopping me in my boots What's a country boy to do, but say Uh uh Stop beating my chest up You're down right dangerous That shake got me gitty up Got my eyes what what Sippin

Terri Clark feat. Dierks Bentley

Golden Ring - feat. Dierks Bentley Lyrics

by Terri Clark feat. Dierks Bentley on album Classic

(Female): In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings there on display (Male): She smiles and nods her head As he says, "Honey that's for you" It's not much bu

Doug Anderson

Back Porch Christmas Lyrics

by Doug Anderson on album Back Porch Christmas

There are paper plates and cups with names Written there with sharpie There's fruit cake that nobody wants And everbody's here I never know if I can wear a t-shirt or a sweater But no matter what the

Doug Anderson

Back Porch Christmas Lyrics

by Doug Anderson on album Back Porch Christmas

There are paper plates and cups with names Written there with sharpie There's fruit cake that nobody wants And everbody's here I never know if I can wear a t-shirt or a sweater But no matter what the

Scotty Don't

Back Porch Lyrics

by Scotty Don't on album Songs from the Back Porch

Deliberating in New Orleans on what reality really means If nobody cares, nobody stares, and then there's nothing to compare Those ends can't justify the means But in my gospel state of mind I try to