Stack Of Records Songtext
When I couldn't find the words
I played her some Whitley
Sometimes it's better
When you say nothing at all
When I couldn't find myself
I turned on some Otis
'Cause ain't nothing like Dock of the Bay
To get me back where I belong
If you wanna know me
I played her some Whitley
Sometimes it's better
When you say nothing at all
When I couldn't find myself
I turned on some Otis
'Cause ain't nothing like Dock of the Bay
To get me back where I belong
If you wanna know me
You gotta know what's in my soul
A little Bakersfield and Memphis
And a whole lotta Muscle Shoals
Take some country soul rock and roll
And mix 'em all together
Yeah, I'm what you get
When you're raised on a stack of records
Learned about the law
From Waylon and the Duke Boys
I learned how to dance
On a kitchen hardwood floor
I learned a lot about leaving
On a midnight train to Georgia
And thank God for Main Street Drags
With them dusty old record stores
If you wanna know me
You gotta know what's in my soul
A little Bakersfield and Memphis And a whole lotta Muscle Shoals
Take some country soul rock and roll
And mix 'em all together
Yeah, I'm what you get
When you're raised on a stack of records
Every kid has a hero
Lord knows I had mine
So picking up this guitar
Just made perfect sense
Well, I hope my music moves you
As I stand up here tonight
I hope your road goes on forever
And your party never ends
If you wanna know me
You gotta know what's in my soul
A little Bakersfield and Memphis
And a whole lotta Muscle Shoals
Take some country soul rock and roll
And mix 'em all together
Yeah, I'm what you get
When you're raised on a stack of records
Oh, I'm what you get
When you're raised on a stack of records
A little Bakersfield and Memphis
And a whole lotta Muscle Shoals
Take some country soul rock and roll
And mix 'em all together
Yeah, I'm what you get
When you're raised on a stack of records
Learned about the law
From Waylon and the Duke Boys
I learned how to dance
On a kitchen hardwood floor
I learned a lot about leaving
On a midnight train to Georgia
And thank God for Main Street Drags
With them dusty old record stores
If you wanna know me
You gotta know what's in my soul
A little Bakersfield and Memphis And a whole lotta Muscle Shoals
Take some country soul rock and roll
And mix 'em all together
Yeah, I'm what you get
When you're raised on a stack of records
Every kid has a hero
Lord knows I had mine
So picking up this guitar
Just made perfect sense
Well, I hope my music moves you
As I stand up here tonight
I hope your road goes on forever
And your party never ends
If you wanna know me
You gotta know what's in my soul
A little Bakersfield and Memphis
And a whole lotta Muscle Shoals
Take some country soul rock and roll
And mix 'em all together
Yeah, I'm what you get
When you're raised on a stack of records
Oh, I'm what you get
When you're raised on a stack of records
