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Cagle Chris Play It Loud

' on the tailgates and raisin' a little Cain Rockin' in the pastures and rollin' in the hay It's the life I love And I'm gonna live it 'til they bury

to you The further you push me away 'Til I don't know where to go And I don't know why I stay Do you even care Or am I some little game you play Are

what life would be like If you'd only went left instead of taking that right If you had waited just ten more minutes to leave the house Would it all

a rusty old beat up truck And I hate to say but there's gonna come a day When I'm gonna have to give her up But darlin' since I met you Well here is how it

Because I'm lovin' you lovin' me Oh, it's so nice When we're alone and your eyes dance with mine And it tastes so sweet When you lay those lovin' lips on me It

in But it wasn't enough and I did not understand, no You see, the only thing that matters money can't buy And when it gets down the bottom line It's

the morning paper No I don't wanna turn it down 'Cause there's nothing the rhythm of love So play it loud You're like a melody And girl it gets all over

Written by Chris Lindsey, Aimee Mayo and Marv Green Tell me what else can I do Tell me what else can I say The closer that I get to you The further

Written by Chris Cagle, M. Jason Greene, Brian Wayne Hot sun goin' down, heatin' up this little town The cows are fed and the plowin's all been done