Think Me
When you think country I want you to think me

You're an LA County, smooth talkin' boy
with a sweet leather jacket and Ray Bans to
block the sun.

You don't know the word poor, you've never
seen a farm, and you say you'll never go huntin'
But you know that's who I am
and who I'll always be, baby I'm country.

I've got a thick twang accent, a Kansas plate to match,
and I drive through LA blarin' my Paisley
When you hear the noise you'll always know I'm there,
so when you think country I want you to think me.

You've got some pretty blue eyes and sun-kissed skin,
You're the best dressed boy I've ever seen
But you don't open doors, you care more 'bout 'ur car,
and worst of all you don't like country.

I need a home grown farm boy that's not scared
to use a gun but still knows chivalry.
You ask me to choose, "What's it gonna be?"
But honey when it comes to me, it's always gonna be country.

So next time 'ur drivin' in 'ur Porsche, you hear that music play,
see the Kansas plate and you know it's me,
think about the time you could have gone country!

Manhattan Life

Manhattan Life

I'm feeling good tonight

I'm feeling right

First time in this town 

of Manhattan

they call it the little Apple

and tonight I'll know why

It's a collage town to me

but for others just a party

I'm goin' out tonight to see

this small town life

I'm gonna hop from bar to bar

down the line on Morro

What a sight to see,

girls in boots and dresses

and guys in hats with jeans hangin' low

I'm feeling good tonight

I'm feeling right

I feel all wrong in my city clothes

but not to worry no one will know

'Cuz when the lights go down

and the DJ blasts his sound

We'll forget about the world around

Just livin' this simple life

I'm feeling good tonight 

I'm feeling right

I like to think I've been around

But I've never known drunk until this town

They know their beer and how to hold it well

On the corner of 14th and Aggieville

It's last call from behind the bar

but we're all still chuggin' and goin' strong

And then they end the night

with a simple country song

The crowd breaks out in drunkin' slurs

and sings the words to Carrie Underwood

We're feelin' good tonight

we're feelin' right

Let's raise our cups to this small town,
Manhattan life!