Biography:
Brantley Keith Gilbert (born January 20, 1985), is an American country rock music singer-songwriter. He has released two albums, both on the Average Joe's Entertainment Group label. His songs have also been recorded by Colt Ford and Jason Aldean. In February 2011, he left Average Joe's label to join Valory Music Group, where he has charted "Country Must Be Country Wide". A deluxe edition of Halfway to Heaven was released on September 13, 2011, two months before "Country Must Be Country Wide" reached number one on the Hot Country Songs charts.
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Other songs:
- Bottoms Up
- 17 Again
- Against The World
- Anymore Perfect
- At Least We Thought It Was
- Baby Be Crazy
- Back In The Day
- Bendin The Rules And Breakin The Law
- Best Of Me
- Bro Code
- Bullet In A Bonfire
- Country Must Be Country Wide
- Dirt Road Anthem
- Do What The Night Wants
- Fall Into Me
- Friday Night
- Grits
- Grown Ass Man
- Halfway To Heaven
- Hell On An Angel
- Hell On Wheels
- If You Want A Bad Boy
- In My Head
- Indianas Angel
- Its About To Get Dirty
- Just As I Am
- Kick It In The Sticks
- Let It Ride
- Live It Up
- Modern Day Prodigal Son
- More Than Miles
- My Babys Guns And Roses
- My Faith In You
- My Kind Of Crazy
- My Kinda Party
- One Hell Of An Amen
- Outlaw In Me
- Picture On The Dashboard
- Play Me That Song
- Read Me My Rights
- Rock This Town
- Rockin Chairs
- Same Old Song
- Saving Amy
- Shes My Kind Of Crazy
- Small Town Throwdown
- Smokin Gun
- Stone Cold Sober
- That Was Us
- The Devil Dont Sleep
- The Ones That Like Me
- The Weekend
- Them Boys
- Three Feet Of Water
- Tried To Tell Ya
- Way Back
- Were Gonna Ride Again
- What Happens In A Small Town
- Whats Left Of A Small Town
- Whenever Were Alone
- You Could Be That Girl
- You Dont Know Her Like I Do
- You Promised
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Chords are E, B, C#m, A all the way through.
Capo 1
*VERSE*
E
Got my mail today,
B
Just the kind that miss us
C#m
A bunch of bills I can't pay,
A
I guess their shit outta luck.
E
But there was one from an old friend,
B
Brought back memories
C#m
Black and white from way back when
A B
It was hard to believe that was us!
*CHORUS*
E
That was us riding' dirt roads,
B
Shooting buckshot at signs,
C#m
Drinking beer we just stole,
A
Passing jugs full of shine,
E B
Leave them girls with one of them boys.
C#m
Singing' old country gold
A
Till we all lost our voice,
E
That was us!
In once an a while, we'll catch a game or a race,
Catching up on old times turns into hell that we raised,
We'll start re-telling stories, and lies we've rehearsed,
About the girls we made out with,
And how badass we were,
That was us!
That was us down in Panama, cruising the strip,
In the bed of my truck tossing beads and talking shit.
Shot gun and beer, playing pong and flip cup,
Ive never lost seeing you, toring some bitches up,
That was us!
That was us!
Man we'll always remember those of us have
We'll always be brothers and we'll never forget,
That that was us that we carry the tears in our eyes,
When the rest of us are buried but throwing down in the sky,
So raise a glass to the memories,
That wont ever die,
Here's to friends, here's to family
And one hell of a time!
Yeah, here's to us!
Here's to us!
Here's to us!
Yeah, here's to us!
Capo 1
*VERSE*
E
Got my mail today,
B
Just the kind that miss us
C#m
A bunch of bills I can't pay,
A
I guess their shit outta luck.
E
But there was one from an old friend,
B
Brought back memories
C#m
Black and white from way back when
A B
It was hard to believe that was us!
*CHORUS*
E
That was us riding' dirt roads,
B
Shooting buckshot at signs,
C#m
Drinking beer we just stole,
A
Passing jugs full of shine,
E B
Leave them girls with one of them boys.
C#m
Singing' old country gold
A
Till we all lost our voice,
E
That was us!
In once an a while, we'll catch a game or a race,
Catching up on old times turns into hell that we raised,
We'll start re-telling stories, and lies we've rehearsed,
About the girls we made out with,
And how badass we were,
That was us!
That was us down in Panama, cruising the strip,
In the bed of my truck tossing beads and talking shit.
Shot gun and beer, playing pong and flip cup,
Ive never lost seeing you, toring some bitches up,
That was us!
That was us!
Man we'll always remember those of us have
We'll always be brothers and we'll never forget,
That that was us that we carry the tears in our eyes,
When the rest of us are buried but throwing down in the sky,
So raise a glass to the memories,
That wont ever die,
Here's to friends, here's to family
And one hell of a time!
Yeah, here's to us!
Here's to us!
Here's to us!
Yeah, here's to us!
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