Biografia:
Craig Morgan (born July 17, 1965) is an American neotraditional country music singer. He is noted for writing homey lyrics that focus on traditional values and the simpler pleasures of life.
Morgan was born in Kingston Springs, Tennessee and grew up in rural Tennessee. He became an Emergency medical technician at age 18. A few years later, he joined the Army and was stationed in South Korea. He would later see combat as part of Operation Just Cause in Panama in 1989.
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Outras músicas:
- I Want Us Back
- Redneck Yacht Club
- What I Love About Sundays
- 302 South Maple Avenue
- Almost Home
- Always Be Mine
- Blame Me
- Bonfire
- Cowboy And Clown
- Every Friday Afternoon
- Everywhere I Go
- God Family And Country
- God Must Really Love Me
- Hush
- I Am
- I Didnt Drink
- I Got You
- I Was Almost Home
- If I Had My Way
- If You Like That
- Ill Be Home Soon
- Im Country
- In The Dream
- International Harvester
- It Took A Woman
- Let Me Take You Home
- Little Bit Of Life
- Look At Us
- Looking Back With You
- Lotta Man
- Love Remembers
- Lovers Lullabye
- More Trucks Than Cars
- Nothing Going Wrong Around Here
- Ordinary Angels
- Rain For The Roses
- Shes My Kind Of Woman
- Something To Write Home About
- Thats What I Love About Sunday
- Thats What I Love About Sundays
- Thats When Ill Believe That Youre Gone
- Thats Why
- The Ballad Of Mr Jenkins
- The Song
- This Aint Nothing
- This Ole Boy
- Tough
- Wake Up Lovin You
- Walking In My Fathers Shoes
- What Matters Most
- When A Man Cant Get A Woman Off His Mind
- When Im Gone
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Capo 3
D A D A
D
My alarm goes off early, Can't afford to be late.
Bm
If I don't get a move on then i won't get paid.
C G D
So i throw back those covers and get my butt out of bed.
D
Its still dark when im leavin' so i let my lady sleep.
Bm
I know her and them babies are countin on me
C G A
To put food on the table and keep this roof over our head.
Chorus
D
Yeah, that's why i get crackin' in the mornin'
A
Fight all that traffic on I-40
G D Em D G A
Punch a clock at a job for a boss that i don't like
D
Yeah that's why i keep swingin' that hammer
A
Fight for each step i take on that ladder
G D Em D G A
Break my back for a slice of that American pie
D A
Yeah, that's why.
D
Well, I wear a hard hat, steel-toed boots, and leather gloves
Bm
And my office is the front seat of a four-door truck
C G D
Decorated with crayon drawn pictures all taped to the dash
D
And our junior pro football starts here in July
Bm
There'll be shoulder pads, jerseys, and new cleats to buy
C G A
And my wifes had her eye on some earrings i'd sure like her to have
Yeah i would..
Chorus
D
Yeah, that's why i get crackin' in the mornin'
A
Fight all that traffic on I-40
G D Em D G A
Punch a clock at a job for a boss that i don't like
D
Yeah that's why i keep swingin' that hammer
A
Fight for each step i take on that ladder
G D Em D G A
Break my back for a slice of that American pie
D A
Yeah, that's why.
G D Em D
They want cell phones, laptops, ballet shoes, and dresses
G D Em A
Xbox, Ipods and rock'n'roll drum lessons
D
But, that's why i get crackin' in the mornin'
A
Fight all that traffic on I-40
G D Em D G A
Punch a clock at a job for a boss that i don't like
D
Yeah that's why i keep swingin' this hammer
A
Fight for each step i take on this ladder
G D Em D G A
Break my back for a slice of that American pie
D A
Yeah, that's why.
D A D
Yeah, that's why
LYRICS FROM COWBOYLYRICS.COM!!! I DO NOT OWN THEM.
D A D A
D
My alarm goes off early, Can't afford to be late.
Bm
If I don't get a move on then i won't get paid.
C G D
So i throw back those covers and get my butt out of bed.
D
Its still dark when im leavin' so i let my lady sleep.
Bm
I know her and them babies are countin on me
C G A
To put food on the table and keep this roof over our head.
Chorus
D
Yeah, that's why i get crackin' in the mornin'
A
Fight all that traffic on I-40
G D Em D G A
Punch a clock at a job for a boss that i don't like
D
Yeah that's why i keep swingin' that hammer
A
Fight for each step i take on that ladder
G D Em D G A
Break my back for a slice of that American pie
D A
Yeah, that's why.
D
Well, I wear a hard hat, steel-toed boots, and leather gloves
Bm
And my office is the front seat of a four-door truck
C G D
Decorated with crayon drawn pictures all taped to the dash
D
And our junior pro football starts here in July
Bm
There'll be shoulder pads, jerseys, and new cleats to buy
C G A
And my wifes had her eye on some earrings i'd sure like her to have
Yeah i would..
Chorus
D
Yeah, that's why i get crackin' in the mornin'
A
Fight all that traffic on I-40
G D Em D G A
Punch a clock at a job for a boss that i don't like
D
Yeah that's why i keep swingin' that hammer
A
Fight for each step i take on that ladder
G D Em D G A
Break my back for a slice of that American pie
D A
Yeah, that's why.
G D Em D
They want cell phones, laptops, ballet shoes, and dresses
G D Em A
Xbox, Ipods and rock'n'roll drum lessons
D
But, that's why i get crackin' in the mornin'
A
Fight all that traffic on I-40
G D Em D G A
Punch a clock at a job for a boss that i don't like
D
Yeah that's why i keep swingin' this hammer
A
Fight for each step i take on this ladder
G D Em D G A
Break my back for a slice of that American pie
D A
Yeah, that's why.
D A D
Yeah, that's why
LYRICS FROM COWBOYLYRICS.COM!!! I DO NOT OWN THEM.
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