Stack of Records

When I couldn't find the words

Well, I played her some Whitley

'Cause sometimes it's better

When you say nothin' at all

When I couldn't find myself

Well, I turned on some Otis

'Cause ain't nothin' like "Dock of the Bay"

To get me back where I belong

If you wanna know me

You gotta know what's in my soul

Little Bakersfield, Memphis

And a whole lot of Muscle Shoals

Take some country, soul, rock and roll

And mix 'em all together

Yeah, and I'm what you get

When you're 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 leavin'

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 what's in my soul

Little Bakersfield, Memphis

And a whole lot of Muscle Shoals

Take some country, soul, rock and roll

And mix 'em all together

Yeah, and I'm what you get

When you're raised on a stack of records

Well, every kid has a hero

Lord knows I had mine

So pickin' 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 what's in my soul

Little Bakersfield, Memphis

And a whole lot of Muscle Shoals

Take some country, soul, rock and roll

And mix 'em all together

Yeah, and I'm what you get

When you're raised on a stack of records

Oh, I'm what you get

When you're raised on a stack of records

Mm, I'm what you get