Justin Moore

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Justin Moore

Justin Cole Moore (born in Poyen, Arkansas) is an American country music singer and songwriter
Moore and his wife Kate are currently expecting their first child, a girl, that they are going to name Ella Cole, Named after Justin's middle name Cole
In mid-2008, Moore signed to the Valory Music Group, an imprint of the independent record label Big Machine Records
Moore has said that he learned to write songs because, when he had first moved to Nashville, no songwriters wanted to offer him material

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Backwoods

Album:

Justin Moore (2009)

Lyrics:

Rifle in a gun rack hanging in the back glass
Buck knife on my belt, ain’t no land for sale ‘round here
Red clay country mud, sippin’ on a cold Bud
Blue tick coon hound you know where I’m found out in the

Backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods, workin’ hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it’s a real good life
In the backwoods, yes sir
Preacher’s daughter couldn’t get hotter
Floating that river on an inner tube with her, splash
35’s and a lift kit how stuck can you get
Ain’t that just my luck where’s the chain I’m stuck out in the

Backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods workin’ hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it’s a real good life
In the backwoods, son
CHORUS
Out in the backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods workin’ hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it’s a real good life
In the backwoods, down in the holler son
Down in the backwoods

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Bait A Hook

Album:

Outlaws Like Me (2011)

Lyrics:

I heard you had to drive him home after two umbrella drinks
I heard he's got a Prius, 'cause he's into bein' green
My buddies said he saw ya'll, eatin' that sushi stuff
Baby that don't sound like you, that don't sound like love, sounds like it sucks...

He can't even bait a hook
He can't even skin a buck
He don't know who Jack Daniels is
He ain't ever drove a truck
Knows how to throw out a line, but not the kind in a field and stream book
No darlin' I ain't even worried, you'll come runnin' back
He can't even bait a hook.

Has he kissed you in a hay field as the summer rain falls down?
Has he took you to meet his mama, back in his home town?
Does he drive the interstate, or take them old back roads?
Can he melt your heart with a country song, every good old boy should know?
I didn't think so...

It won't be that long, 'till you start gettin' bored
I'll be smilin' on the river, realin' in one more...

He can't even bait a hook
He can't even skin a buck
Hell he don't know who Jack Daniels is
He ain't ever drove a truck
Knows how to throw out a line, but not the kind in a field and stream book
No darlin' I ain't even worried, cause you'll come runnin' back
He can't even bait a hook
No baby I ain't even worried
He can't even bait a hook

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How I Got To Be This Way

Album:

Justin Moore (2010)

Lyrics:

I rolled my Daddy’s truck off the Dicksonville curve
After drinkin’ my fifth beer
And I fed hogs tryin’ to pay him off
For most of my senior year

I got my jaw jacked by a big ol’ boy
For messing ‘round with his girlfriend
She was tall and tight and she kissed just right
But I’ll never do that again

Yeah I’ve done some pretty stupid things but hey
I’m a little bit harder and
A whole lot smarter
That’s how I got to be this way

I’ve been kicked in the face by a horse
Cause I ran up too fast behind him
And I shook hands on a deal with a man
And found out he was lyin’

I’ve broken a couple of good girl’s hearts
Cause I’ve said I loved ‘em knowin’ I couldn’t
And I’ve given my heart to a woman
Who said she’d stay when I knew she wouldn’t

Yeah I’ve done some pretty stupid things but hey
I’m a little bit harder and
A whole lot smarter
That’s how I got to be this way

I’ve been bit I’ve been burned but I’ve lived and I’ve learned from it
I’ve made some mistakes but that’s what it takes
To make a man out of a kid

Yeah I’ve done some pretty stupid things but hey
I’m a little bit harder and
A whole lot smarter
That’s how I got to be this way

That’s how I got to be this
How I got to be this
How I got to be this way
Hey

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If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away

Small Town USA

Album:

Small Town USA (2009)

Lyrics:

A lot of people called it prison when I was growin up
But these are my roots and this is what I love
Cause everybody knows me and I know them
And I believe that's the way we were supposed to live
Wouldn't trade one single day here in small town USA

Give me a Saturday night my baby by my side
A little Hank Jr. and a six pack of light
Old dirt road and ill be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning thats full of grace
A simple life and I'll be okay
Here in small town USA

Around here we break our backs just to earn a buck
We never get ahead but we have enough
I watch people leave and then come right back
I never wanted any part of that
I'm proud to say that I love this place
Good ole small town USA

Give me a Saturday night my baby by my side
David Allen Coe and a six pack of light
Old dirt road and ill be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that full of grace
A simple life and I'll be okay
Here in small town USA
Oh yeah

I wouldn't trade one single day
I'm proud to say i love this place

Give me a Saturday night my baby by my side
Sweet home Alabama and a six pack of light
Old dirt road and ill be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that full of grace
A simple life and I'll be okay
Yeah I'll be okay
Here in small town USA
Oh yeah small town USA

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