Brad Paisley Songs

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Can you name the Brad Paisley songs by opening lyrics?

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Opening LyricsSongAlbum
We didn't care if people stared
There ain't nothin' I would rather see
She's a yellow pair of running shoes
Darlin', I've been standin' here just watchin' you all night
Strong like a mother holds her child
When a single mom goes out a date with somebody new
Oh yeah, sure, no problem
Hey, hey, (title)
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car
I remember tryin' not to stare the night that I first met you
Baby's born in the middle of the night, local delivery room
(Title), like it's raining at mine
I filled up two shopping carts late last night
I'm sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck
Empty house, empty rooms, empty bottle of Patron
He yelled out from the back row
I remember saying, 'I don't care either way,'
She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans
I work down at the Pizza Pit, and I drive an old Hyundai
Every time you take a sip in this smoky atmosphere
When you see a deer, you see Bambi
Inflatable pool, full of dad's hot air
Open my eyes, look at the clock, it says eight fifteen
Opening LyricsSongAlbum
I talked to my sister in Memphis
With seven billion people in this world
Love starts with a (title)
To the teller down at the bank
When I looked out today and saw that the sky was gray
On my fifth birthday, I got so upset
I like kickin' back on the sofa
You're fumblin' 'round in the bedroom
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
You're not supposed to say the word 'cancer' in a song
My buddy, Blake, was all-state with dreams of the NFL
I never was a straight-laced, straight-A student
There's an old Kodak camera in my dresser drawer
I never knew how people wound up in a bar
Kevin wasn't really all that popular in school
Life is like a mountain railway
I can make anybody pretty
Thirty-six, thirty-two, blue-cut, with a Skoal ring
If I could write a (title)
The bar was empty, I was sweepin' up the floor
That sleepy little campfire, popped and kinda crackled
Rush-hour traffic always puts me in a bad mood
Seasons come and seasons go
Opening LyricsSongAlbum
Every day I clock out and head straight to her house
When I was ten years old, I remember thinking how cool it would be
Someday, I'm gonna be famous
I could've been workin' overtime
Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard
You may think I'm wrong for you, and you're wrong for me
I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars
I called to say I'm workin' late tonight
(Title), just see how it feels
You know I'm stubborn, set in my ways
Yesterday I thought that I was low as I could get
I'm still breathin' and my heart's still beatin'
Sittin' on a bench in West Town Mall
On a hill far away stood an (title)
Somebody's gotta scratch your back
I said a bad word when I was a kid
Well I love her, but I love to fish
She's got the focus, she's got the time
(Title), on the far side of the sky
When a freight train jumps off the track and rolls down my road
We cut the cake, everybody danced

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