You know , Ive helped write a lot of songs being a what they call a PRO writer that sometimes , as a ghost writer you dont get credit for because of contracts and publisher Bs, as in. Fast cars and freedom with Rascal Flatts and let me down easy with Billy currington and some with yes even Brantley Gilbert.. as my close friends know I built a bar with the proceeds from those songs, but the small royalty checks and thank yous from peeps is all that matters to me.. Ive kept silent for too long.. no more.. proud of some of the work I have done and my lil bro following in these hard Ass footsteps.. I am Your biggest fan musically and I know we run everything by each other.. youll never how proud I am of you from the first time you ask me to show you some things on that damn guitar till now.. all that matters in the end is the smiles and the yeah, Ive been theres and maybe just letting them peepers we write about and us that they are never alone thru our music. Doesnt matter if we make a dime. All that matters is the love..he knows now, dont ya Derrick Brandon.. much love and peace. It Aint The Whiskey Gary Allen / Danny Baty I stood there in the middle of the church of the broken people. Listened to the walking wounded tell their stories. My turn came I told em my name. I said this aint my first time. Then a man started talking how the devil and the bottle was ruining my life. With last night on my breath I stood up and said... [Chorus:] It aint the whiskey. It aint the cigarettes. It aint the stuff I smoke. Its all these things I cant forget. It aint the hard times. It aint the all nights. It aint that easy, It aint the whiskey thats killin me. So what do you got for this empty spot inside of me? The deep dark hole where love used to be. Before she ripped it out and ran into the arms of someone else. Yall sit in this room and you talk like you got some kind of remedy. Well I hear what youre telling me, But Ive got all the proof I need. [Chorus:] It aint the whiskey. It aint the cigarettes. It aint the stuff I smoke. Its all these things I cant forget. It aint the hard times. It aint the all nights. It aint that easy, Cause it aint the whiskey thats killin me. Ive done everything to drown this hurt inside, But I cant wash you off of my mind. [Chorus:] It aint the whiskey. It aint the cigarettes. It aint the stuff I smoke. Its all these things I cant forget, It aint the hard times. It aint the all nights. It aint that easy, Cause it aint the whiskey thats killin me. It aint the whiskey thats killin me.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 00:17:47 +0000
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