Brad Paisley – Shattered Glass – Lyrics

Shattered Glass by Brad Paisley

I can picture you the day you were born

Baby girl in your mama's arms, destined for great things

Crazy thing bout an angel like you

All the things you know how to do

And yet the world tries to clip your wings

But you wouldn't let em, so baby go get em

Bust that ceiling out, the sky's the limit now

The world is changing fast

Wear your hair back and run

Like you ain't ever done before

It's your time at last

All you've been through ain't in vain

Come on baby make it rain down shattered glass

It's kind of fun for a guy like me

Sitting here in your shotgun seat

Watching you leave them all in the dust

Because I believe in you

And I want to see your dreams come true

So bust that ceiling out, the sky's the limit now

Time to make up for the past

Wear your hair back and run

Like you ain't ever done before

I want to see you kick some ass

I'm so proud to know you, girl

Most beautiful thing in the world is all but shattered glass

No time to waste, got to make this moment yours

Got a whole lot of history to make up

So bust that ceiling out, the sky's the limit now

The world is changing fast

All you've been through ain't in vain

Come on baby make it rain down shattered glass

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Brad Paisley – High Life – Lyrics

High Life by Brad Paisley

[Verse 1: Brad Paisley]

I can still remember when

Grandpa died and our ship came in

Daddy said he left momma and him more money than they'd ever seen

And just like that we were thousandaires

Had a brand new boat and a Frigidaire

And all us kids in our underwear were jumping on a trampoline

[Chorus 1: Together]

A bunch low lives living the high life

Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans

Grandpa's with Lord now, but we got a new Ford now

And we can watch the Big Orange now on a 57 inch TV, that's right

[Verse 2: Brad Paisley]

Money was gone by mid-July and we went back to just getting by

'Til momma slipped on a patch of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A

Now we knew they was a Christian bunch

So we didn't ask for all that much

Settled out of court for ten thousand bucks

And free chicken 'til I die a day

[Chorus: Together]

A bunch low lives living the high life

Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans

Momma's got a limp now but we all get to swim now

Cause we got an above ground sitting out by the trampoline

[Bridge: Brad Paisley]

We walked, we rolled, we lived it up until it started running thin

We began looking for a way to spend that will again

[Verse 3: Brad Paisley]

I heard a song a couple months ago, was Carrie Underwood on the radio

Reminded me of a poem my brother wrote back in second grade

I know she didn't steal it but so what? We lawyered up and we sued her butt

These days we figured we'd pretty much get paid to go away

[Chorus 3: Together]

A bunch low lives living the high life

Money burning a hole right through the pockets of a holey jeans

This song's another one now, know I get a hot tub now

Set it next to the above ground sitting out by the trampoline

[Outro: Together]

It's gonna run out some day

And that ain't gonna be a fun day

But as long as it ain't a Sunday

We can go to Chick-Fil-A and eat

[Spoken: Carrie Underwood (Brad Paisley)]

Man I love those Waffle fries (I know)

That Chick-Fil-A has got some good waffle fries (I'd say, that's right)

Maybe I'll get a diet Coke,

I don't know (I wish they had beer, it'd be perfect)

I like the little trays that the food comes on (I like the Polynesian sauce)

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Brad Paisley – Cover Girl – Lyrics

Cover Girl by Brad Paisley

Page three of the canyon tribune

There's a story about the fair and a picture of you

In black and white, blue ribbon, best damn shoes

Already know what happens now

The editor of Vogue rolls through town

Sees that picture, tracks you down, and

Next thing you know

They're gonna put you on the cover girl

You outshine them other girls

And everybody wil discover girl

What I already know

That there ain't another girl anywhere in the whole world

As pretty as you, the only trouble girl is that you have to go

And roll your cover girl

Four long secrets out and there's paparazzi outside your house

And peace and quiet are gone now

That's the thing of the past

Red carpet, you're looking hot

And I think I'm too but I guess I'm not

'Cause it's hey, hey Paisley, get out of the shot

As the cameras flash

They're gonna put you on the cover girl

You outshine them other girls

And everybody wil discover girl

What I already know

That there ain't another girl anywhere in the whole world

As pretty as you, the only trouble girl is that you have to go

And roll your cover girl

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