I love this song

Hell on an angel (by Brantley Gilbirt)
You say I was baptized in dirty water
By the hands of the devil himself
Between the banks of a whiskey river
Beside the highway to hell


I got scars on my heart and knuckles
I got debts that I can't pay
Yeah but I got a blessing that was sent down from heaven,
Baby you're my saving grace

Girl you've got an outlaw, ready to lay down all my guns
A dirty old hound dog, learnin' new tricks like cuddlin' up,
You've got a hellcat purrin' like a kitten,
You've got a sinner down on his knees
It had to be hell on an angel
Lovin' the devil out of me



Tell me how did you get under this leather skin I wear
Beneath the callouses and tattoos around the walls I built down there
To the soul I've long kept guarded, all alone I was free to fly
But it takes an angel to fly with a free bird
Baby we've got the sky


Girl you've got an outlaw, ready to lay down all my guns
A dirty old hound dog, learnin' new tricks like cuddlin' up,
You've got a hellcat purrin' like a kitten,
You've got a sinner down on his knees
It had to be hell on an angel
Lovin' the devil out of me

Hell on an angel
Come on boys
(Guitar solo)

Girl you've got an outlaw, ready to lay down all my guns
A dirty old hound dog, learnin' new tricks like cuddlin' up,
You've got a hellcat purrin' like a kitten,
You've got a sinner down on his knees
It had to be hell on an angel
Lovin' the devil out of me

I love this song

Be As You Are lyrics

By: Kenny Chesney
Man, I could use a Pina Colada
Little bit of sun on my skin
A hammock, a book, never gonna look back
Once my feet hit the sand
I've had it up to here with this rat race
Need a smile on my face

I wanna go where I can lighten up the load
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road
Get this laying low off to a flying start
Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are

Gettin' stuck sure would be easy
In this palm tree paradise
Ambition fades with every wave
For the finer things in life
Maybe I'll just hang around here
Go home later next year
I wanna stay down here and lighten up the load
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road
Get this laying low off to a flying start

Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are

I wanna play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are
Be as you are