Stack of Records

When I couldn't find the words Well, I played her some Whitley 'Cause sometimes it's better When you say nothing at all When I couldn't find myself Well, I turned on some Otis 'Cause ain't nothing 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 and 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 living On a midnight train to Georgia 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 and 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 And 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 what's 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 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-mm, I'm what you get