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Beauty in the Struggle
02:32
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She’s as real as it gets and there ain’t no way around it
There’s a road that’s been through hell and she’s been down it
She’s been mistreated
She’s been lied to
She’s seen her share of trouble
But that girl, she’s the beauty in the struggle
‘Cause she ain’t all about herself
She ain’t one to ask for help
She’s that diamond that you find when you’ve been left behind
And you’re sifting through the rubble
Yeah that girl, she’s the beauty in the struggle
She carries a weight that most could never handle
Pickin’ up the pieces of a heart that’s been dismantled
She’s a good friend
She’s a fighter
She’s watched her whole world crumble
But that girl, she’s the beauty in the struggle
She ain’t all about herself
She ain’t one to ask for help
She’s that diamond that you find when you’ve been left behind
And you’re sifting through the rubble
Yeah that girl, she’s the beauty in the struggle
She ain’t all about herself
She ain’t one to ask for help
She’s that diamond that you find when you’ve been left behind
And you’re sifting through that rubble
Yeah that girl, she’s the beauty in the struggle
She’s the beauty in the struggle
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2. |
Self Inflicted Scars
03:36
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Headlights on an interstate
Seems like I’m running late
But I know I’m only headed down the drain
An empty bottle and another shot
I give it everything I got
But nothing can seem to numb this pain
Where I’m going won’t be far
Too much whiskey and poor choices
And self inflicted scars
Baby don’t cry for me when I’m gone
Don’t be surprised if it don’t take too long
Just know I loved you with all of my heart
Just too much whiskey and poor choices
And self inflicted scars
I remember being a child
Never dreamed of running wild
But something just slipped into my veins
Take a pill and I’d wash it down
Then I’d find myself runnin’ round
The devil on my back drives me insane
One-night stands and old guitars
Too much whiskey and poor choices
And self inflicted scars
Baby don’t cry for me when I’m gone
Don’t be surprised if it don’t take too long
Just know I loved you with all of my heart
Just too much whiskey and poor choices
And them self inflicted scars
Baby I know that you’ve been praying
For an old soul that ain’t worth saving
You hold me together when I’m falling apart
After too much whiskey and poor choices
And them self inflicted scars
You hold me together when I’m falling apart
After too much whiskey and poor choices
And them self inflicted scars
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3. |
Lost
03:19
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Ran the same street as the Devil
I’ve shook his hand
I can tell you I ain’t ever feared another man
I’m far from a saint
Just shy of disciple
Some know what I mean
I’ve done things that make your skin crawl baby
But I’m 10 years clean
Runnin’ round, runnin’ round
When it comes to lonely, I know that sound
Runnin’ round, runnin’ round
‘Cause I’ve been lost more than I’ve been found
Whiskey and codeine was my poison of choice
That was long before my baby and I found my voice
I picked up a pen and started writing y’all
It became healing for me
But even after all these years now it’s still plain to see
I’m runnin’ round, runnin’ round
When it comes to lonely, I know the sound
Runnin’ round, runnin’ round
I’ve been lost more than I’ve been found
Runnin’ round, runnin’ round
When it comes to lonely, I know that sound
Runnin’ round, runnin’ round
‘Cause I’ve been lost
I’ve been lost more than I’ve been found
Ran the same street as the Devil
I’ve shook his hand
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4. |
More Than The Shine
02:56
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Everybody got their eye on the prize
Wants to know what it’s like
To be on top of the world
Think it’s all money and fame
It’s just a game
But it’s more than denim and pearls
It’s a real man’s world
And I ain’t lyin’
Grip tighter and you get a deep seat
Turn out your feet
Get your hooks in let it go
Feel the power straight out the gate
But it ain’t too late
Roll your hips son
Get back in the flow
Eight seconds is a long damn time
It’s more than the shine in the buckle
Broken hearts, busted knuckles
You know you gotta hustle
You’re sifting through the rubble to find
Your soul’s on the line and you’re runnin’ behind
It’s more than the shine
Sometimes you land on your feet or accept defeat
Pick yourself up get back on again
Most nights you lie awake as your body aches
Knowing you’ve lost more than you’ll win
Please God just give me a sign
This life’s been a hard go out on the road
Chasin’ this damn rodeo
The woman I love stays on my mind
It’s more than the shine in the buckle
Broken hearts, busted knuckles
You know you gotta hustle
You’re sifting through the rubble to find
Your soul’s on the line and you’re runnin’ behind
It’s more than the shine
It’s more than the shine in the buckle
Broken hearts, busted knuckles
You know you gotta hustle
You’re sifting through the rubble to find
Your soul’s on the line and you’re runnin’ behind
It’s more than the shine in the buckle
Broken hearts, busted knuckles
You know you gotta hustle
You’re sifting through the rubble to find
Your soul’s on the line and you’re runnin’ behind
It’s more than that shine
It’s more than that shine
Everybody got their eye on the prize
Wants to know what it’s like
To be on top of the world
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5. |
Divided States
03:12
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Well the ring leaders are hiding in the bushes
And they ain’t looking to be seen
The media’s eating it all up
And they instigate the whole damn thing
You’re either red or blue, black or white
And there ain’t no in between
But the tickets don’t sell to watch it all go to hell
Right there on your TV screen
Tell me what happened to wanting peace and love
They got us all fighting now and we’re taking off the gloves
Don’t matter what side you’re on
You know you’re out for blood
Welcome to the Divided States of America
Well the way I see it
The fate of this country ain’t ever been up to one man
This is still one nation under God
And this is still his land
There’s just one too many agendas
And what I don’t understand
Is there’s blood on our streets and blood overseas
And it’s all on our hands
Tell me what happened to wanting peace and love
They got us all fighting now and we’re taking off the gloves
Don’t matter what side you’re on
You know you’re out for blood
Welcome to the Divided States of America
Well tell me what happened to wanting peace and love
They got us all fighting now and we’re taking off the gloves
Don’t matter what side you’re on
You know you’re out for blood
Welcome to the Divided States of America
Welcome to the Divided
The Un-united States of America
States of America
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6. |
Long As Daddy's Working
03:37
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Another run-down hotel room
Another wakeup call
Been out here too damn long and it’s coming on Fall
Working and sleeping
That’s all I do everyday
To hear my friends talk
They think I got it made
They ain’t handing out this money
I ain’t got a damn dime for free
Been giving everything I got
To feed my family
Puttin’ food back home on the table
There’s an empty spot in my bed
I could work hard every hour
And would never get ahead
My babies know there’s one thing that’s for certain
That they ain’t ever gotta worry about hurting
As long as daddy’s working
Wiped the sweat from my brow
When I think I can’t take anymore
But in the back of my mind
I remember just who I’m workin’ for
The good Lord’s got my family
And I know they’re doing fine
‘Cause he’s got his job covered
Now it’s time that I do mine
They ain’t handing out this money
I ain’t got a damn dime for free
Been giving everything I got
To feed my family
Puttin’ food back home on the table
There’s an empty spot in my bed
I could work hard every hour
And would never get ahead
My babies know there’s one thing that’s for certain
They ain’t ever gotta worry about hurting
As long as daddy’s working
They ain’t handing out this money
I ain’t got a damn dime for free
Been giving everything I got
To feed my family
Puttin’ food back home on the table
There’s an empty spot in my bed
I could work hard every hour
And would never get ahead
My babies know there’s one thing that’s for certain
That they ain’t ever gotta worry about hurting
As long as daddy’s working
As long as daddy’s working
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7. |
Whiskey and the Devil
03:18
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Well I’m getting older and I’m growing tired
I ain’t seen a mirror in a long, long while
I’ve lost a lot of weight and most of my mind
But damn you whiskey
You’ve let me down for the last time
Whiskey and the Devil
And all the hell it’s put me through
The Devil drove me to drinking
The drinking drove me away from you
And I still have your memory
That’s one thing I can’t leave behind
Well damn you whiskey
You’ve let me down for the last time.
Out on this road it’s lonely and cold
I can’t seem to find you no matter where I go
And this old bottle has been a thorn in my side
Well damn you whiskey
You’ve let me down for the last time
Whiskey and the Devil
And all the hell it’s put me through
The Devil drove me to drinking
The drinking drove me away from you
And I still have your memory
That’s one thing I can’t leave behind
Well damn you whiskey
You’ve let me down for the last time.
Well I’m getting older and I’m growing tired
I ain’t seen a mirror in a long, long while
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Well I’ve been stuck out on this highway
Been doing things my way
Playing country like it used to be
Yeah I’m a little old fashioned
I got a guitar and a passion
There’s a few things that I’ve learned along the way
You can overdrink it
You can overthink it
And when your ship comes rolling in
You can sure enough sink it
Well let me tell y’all a secret
When you can head to the banquet
Yeah when it comes to a country song you can’t go wrong
‘Cause you can’t over Hank it
See I’m a fast-talking, slow-walking, moonshine maker
Lady stealer, deep driller, call me heartbreaker
You can have her back I don’t really wanna take her
Just wanna see her shake her ass like a salt shaker
I’m a redneck romeo, backwoods barfighter
Raised on Hank, part-time hit songwriter
I don’t overdrink it
I don’t overthink it
But one things for sure
I ain’t ever over Hanked it
You can overdrink it
You can overthink it
And when your ship comes rolling in
You can sure enough sink it
Well let me tell y’all a secret
When you can head to the banquet
Yeah when it comes to a country song you can’t go wrong
‘Cause you can’t over Hank it
You can overdrink it (yessir)
You can overthink it (uh-huh)
And when your ship comes rolling in
You can sure enough sink it (it’s okay)
Well let me tell y’all a secret (better listen)
When you can head to the banquet (come on down)
Yeah when it comes to a country song you can’t go wrong
‘Cause you can’t over Hank it (Nah)
Yeah when it comes to a country song you can’t go wrong
(you can’t go wrong, no you can’t)
‘Cause you can’t over Hank it
(Old Bocephus would be proud, Bryan)
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9. |
Memory to Drown
03:35
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Well I’ve been taking back roads
A little too slow
Yeah I’m out in the middle of nowhere
Got nowhere to go
I’m holding on tight
This bottle in my hand
Yeah ever since you hurt me like that
I ain’t been the same man
So tell me what I got to do
To somehow get over you
I’m tired of being all alone
Tell me where I went wrong
I took your ring
Gave it a fling
And I sit and watched it sink on down
But I just can’t get your memory to drown
Another lonely drive
Another show tonight
Yeah I take the stage and act like I’m doing alright
Pour my soul out
To one more crowd
I got thousands and thousands of people
Trying to figure me out
So tell me what I got to do
To somehow get over you
I’m tired of being all alone
Tell me where I went wrong
I take drink
I sit and think
And then I order up one more round
I just can’t get your memory to drown
Maybe it’s the whiskey
Maybe it’s that one thing I can’t find
Maybe it’s that true love
I know we had it one time
So tell me what I got to do
To somehow get over you
I’m tired of being all alone
Tell me where I went wrong
I take drink
I sit and think
And then I order up another round
But I just can’t get your memory to drown
I take drink
I sit and think
And then I order up another round
But I just can’t get your memory to drown
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10. |
Everyone's An Outlaw
03:20
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Well I was raised up by a simple man
I grew up with a gun in my hand
Taught me how to love and how to fight
Taught me what’s wrong, taught me what’s right
Said, you don’t have the choice to choose
You do what you can and don’t ever lose
Just remember even when I’m dead and gone
Stick to your guns son
Make me proud
Don’t never back up
Don’t never back down
Stand your ground and always tell it like it is
Yeah this life is gonna be real damn tough
You take them scars and you call that bluff
Don’t let me catch you fitting in
‘Cause everyone’s an outlaw
Until it’s time to do outlaw shit
Well the times are changing but not for me
I got my own home now and a family
Two callused hands and some old work boots
Busted my ass, paid my dues
Tell my kids every night
Try to see the world through your neighbor’s eyes
And make a difference if you can
Stick to your guns son
Make me proud
Don’t never back up
Don’t never back down
Stand your ground and always tell it like it is
Yeah this life is gonna be real damn tough
You take them scars and you call that bluff
Don’t let me catch you fitting in
‘Cause everyone’s an outlaw
Until it’s time to do outlaw shit
Stick to your guns son
Make me proud
Don’t never back up
Don’t never back down
Stand your ground and always tell it like it is
Yeah this life’s gonna be real damn tough
You take them scars and you call that bluff
Don’t let me catch you fitting in
‘Cause everyone’s an outlaw
Yeah everyone’s an outlaw
Until it’s time to do outlaw shit
Until it’s time to do outlaw shit
I was raised up by a simple man
I grew up with a gun in my hand
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Ran the same street as the Devil
I’ve shook his hand
I can tell you I ain’t ever feared another man
I’m far from a saint
Just shy of disciple
Some know what I mean
I’ve done things that make your skin crawl baby
But I’m 10 years clean
Runnin’ round, runnin’ round
When it comes to lonely, I know that sound
Runnin’ round, runnin’ round
‘Cause I’ve been lost more than I’ve been found
Whiskey and codeine was my poison of choice
That was long before my baby and I found my voice
I picked up a pen and started writing y’all
It became healing for me
But even after all these years now it’s still plain to see
I’m runnin’ round, runnin’ round
When it comes to lonely, I know the sound
Runnin’ round, runnin’ round
I’ve been lost more than I’ve been found
Runnin’ round, runnin’ round
When it comes to lonely, I know that sound
Runnin’ round, runnin’ round
‘Cause I’ve been lost
I’ve been lost more than I’ve been found
Ran the same street as the Devil
I’ve shook his hand
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She’s as real as it gets and there ain’t no way around it
There’s a road that’s been through hell and she’s been down it
She’s been mistreated
She’s been lied to
She’s seen her share of trouble
But that girl, she’s the beauty in the struggle
‘Cause she ain’t all about herself
She ain’t one to ask for help
She’s that diamond that you find when you’ve been left behind
And you’re sifting through the rubble
Yeah that girl, she’s the beauty in the struggle
She carries a weight that most could never handle
Pickin’ up the pieces of a heart that’s been dismantled
She’s a good friend
She’s a fighter
And she’s watched her whole world crumble
But that girl, she’s the beauty in the struggle
She ain’t all about herself
She ain’t one to ask for help
She’s that diamond that you find when you’ve been left behind
Sifting through the rubble
Yeah that girl, she’s the beauty in the struggle
‘Cause she ain’t all about herself
She ain’t one to ask for help
She’s that diamond that you find when you’ve been left behind
And you’re sifting through that rubble
Yeah that girl, she’s the beauty in the struggle
She’s the beauty in the struggle
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Bryan Martin Nashville, Tennessee
With a blue-collar, working-class background, Bryan Martin lives the stories he writes. Those real-life emotions and
experiences expressed in song resonate with audiences because the two are one and the same.
Martin strives to work harder than the next guy. He lives by the best advice he ever received – “Don’t let your head outrun your feet… follow your heart and stay true to your roots.”
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