Stack of Records

When I couldnt find the words
Well, I played her some Whitley
Cause sometimes its better
When you say nothing at all
When I couldnt find myself
Well, I turned on some Otis
Cause aint nothing like 'Dock of the Bay'
To get me back where I belong
If you wanna know me
You gotta know whats in my soul
Little Bakersfield and Memphis
And a whole lot of Muscle Shoals
Take some country, soul, rock and roll
And mix em all together
Yeah, and Im what you get
When youre raised on a stack of records
I learned about the law
From Waylon and the Duke boys
I learned how to dance
On a kitchen hardwood floor
I learned a lot about leaving
On a midnight train to Georgia
And thank God for Main Street Drags
With them dusty old record stores
If you wanna know me
You gotta know whats in my soul
Little Bakersfield and Memphis
And a whole lot of Muscle Shoals
Take some country, soul, rock and roll
And mix em all together
Yeah, and Im what you get
When youre raised on a stack of records
Well, every kid has a hero
Lord knows I had mine
So picking up this guitar
Just made perfect sense
Well, I hope my music moves you
As I stand up here tonight
I hope your road goes on forever
And your party never ends
If you wanna know me
You gotta know whats in my soul
Little Bakersfield and Memphis
And a whole lot of Muscle Shoals
Take some country, soul, rock and roll
And mix em all together
Yeah, and Im what you get
When you're raised on a stack of records
Oh, Im what you getWhen you're raised on a stack of records
Im what you get