| Title,Lyrics | |
| Friends love last tonight suddenly notice happy too be with hand in rest,"If I could replace your sorrow | |
| i want to stay by her side | |
| Two shadows with their heels aligned | |
| I'm so tall | |
| She looks like Cecil in the movies | |
| I don't want to lie | |
| People get weaker as they grow older | |
| I suddenly lose my confidence and get lost | |
| That's why I'm looking for love that's more than friends | |
| I wish I could be him tonight | |
| Just by changing the hand that rests on your cheek | |
| you don't speak anything | |
| call yourself by your last name | |
| I'm quiet as usual | |
| I suddenly notice your tears | |
| I pretended not to see | |
| Love is more sad than happy | |
| It will last longer if it starts softly | |
| I'm sure everyone has at least one ally | |
| i wish i could always be that | |
| People get weaker as they grow older | |
| I suddenly lose my confidence and get lost | |
| That's why I'm looking for love that's more than friends | |
| i wish i could be that tonight | |
| People get weaker as they grow older | |
| I suddenly lose my confidence and get lost | |
| That's why I'm looking for love that's more than friends | |
| i wish i could be that tonight" | |
| Friends fun make stuff country dance happy to be here fires good for me,"Jack makes good whiskey, yeah | |
| Red dirt makes good ridin' roads | |
| Country makes good music | |
| For kickin' up dust in a tail light glow | |
| Dry wood makes good fires | |
| Goodyears make good swings | |
| All that's all good but for me | |
| God makes five foot nine, brown eyes, and a sundress | |
| He Loves Tim McGraw and a small town accent | |
| Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love | |
| Jack makes good whiskey but God makes the good stuff | |
| Oh God makes the good stuff | |
| Like that sweet little kiss she lays on me | |
| When I pull up in the gravel drive | |
| The way she dances with the raindrops | |
| Like she's the reason why they fall from the sky | |
| And I thank Him every time I close my eyes | |
| God makes five foot nine, brown eyes, and a sundress | |
| Loves Tim McGraw and a small town accent | |
| Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love | |
| Jack makes good whiskey but God makes the good stuff | |
| God made her so I will make sure | |
| He didn't waste an angel on me | |
| When he made five foot nine, brown eyes, and a sundress | |
| Loves Tim McGraw and a small town accent | |
| Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love | |
| Jack makes good whiskey but God makes the good stuff | |
| Five foot nine, brown eyes, and a sundress | |
| Loves Tim McGraw and a small town accent | |
| Ain't no way that me and this truck made her fall in love | |
| Jack makes good whiskey but God makes the good stuff (oh) | |
| Yeah, God makes the good stuff | |
| Yeah, God makes the good stuff (oh) | |
| Whoa" |