Craig Campbell and Travis Tritt - Lot To Live Up To

(One, two, one, two, three)

Used to hear my old man playin' all them ol' records
Waylon and Willie and the man in black
Told mama, I was gonna be a guitar slinger
Mama said, "No son of mine is gonna do that"

All the girls wanna touch you
Wanna kiss and corrupt you
And the crowd, man, they love you
That's a lot to live up to (yea, it is)

I practiced that guitar 'til my fingers were bleedin'
Got a little taste of big time at a talent show
My cousin played bass and his buddy was a drummer
And the next thing you know we was burnin' up the road

Where the girls wanna touch you
Wanna kiss and corrupt you
And the crowd, man, they love you
That's a lot to live up to, woo

Yeah, right

Yeah, livin' honky tonk history
Singin' Williams and Whitley
Bustin' out of them old boots
That's a lot to live up to, yeah

I want some hillbilly money burnin' holes in my britches
So I can buy my mom and daddy matchin' cadillacs
I remember that time that Travis Tritt told me
"Son, when you're ridin' in a bus with your name on the back"

All the girls wanna touch you
Wanna kiss and corrupt you
And the crowd, man ,they love you
That's a lot to live up to
That's a lot to live up to
That's a lot to live up to
Oh, yeah
Come on
Ooh-hoo
Oh, yeah
Hey

(Say Travis, you got any words of advice?)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-ye-yeah-yeah

Written by:
Craig Campbell, James Timothy Nichols, Mark Sanders

Publisher:
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