Real Life Millionaires             

Younger/Yarber 

We like our country gold, that Johnny Cash is money
Our jeeps a little old,  but feels new on a sunny day 
Holes in our pockets, but we got a slice
And a cherry on top of, that american pie

Real life millionaires, we’re rolling in the good stuff ain’t talkin ‘bout the Benjamins
Happiness to spare, we keep it simple, live a lot, what we got it can’t be bought
I get a little rich on you, you get a little rich on me
Love is full bloom, I swear it grows on trees round here
We’re real life millionaires

Still got our starter house, still home sweet home
We like to dream out loud, we’re writing our own song
Our glass stays full, and our rockin’ chairs rock
Might sound like a little, but it feels like a lot

In the end it doesn’t matter ‘bout all the things we got
Our lives are only measured by the people that we touch

REAL LIFE MILLIONAIRES (Younger, Yarber) - Work Tape

PatiOasis    

Younger

The Weber’s smokin’ hot full of jalapeno poppers
And some beer butt chicken on Bud-heavy-wisers
The kiddie pool is full of 10 pairs of bare feet
And all the pink flamingos got us dang near on the beach

Purple petunias in some old whiskey barrels
Wind chimes are tangled so we’re listenin’ to the sparrows
And the Larks on the radio bottom of the 9th
On top of the earth diggin’ the simple life

(Chorus)
We don’t need the Caribbean or a trip to Vegas
Kinda gotta work with what the good Lord gave us
A waterin’ hole full of cool libations
Chillaxin’ out back on the patio, the PatiOasis 

The kids and the dog are chasin’ tractor sprinklers
Big kids are buzzin’ got some swimmers and sinkers
Flip flops are scootin’ cross some paver stones
Cause now we got the Eagles on the radio

(Chorus)

We got some bamboo tikis for when the moon comes out
A little fried bologna for the munchie crowd
There’s a night cap bar full of bourbon and coke
And that six-string passin’ circle will not be broke

(Chorus…Patio….)
(Chorus)

PATIOASIS (Younger)- 2016 NSAI Song Contest Winner

Musical Beds     

Younger, Kroll, Olivares

You’re gonna tuck em in 
Sing a little twinkle twinkle
Then lay on the carpet next to them

They’re gonna say they’re scared
You’ll fall asleep right there
Finally get to your room ‘round 2AM

Then its footsteps down the hallway 
Runnin from a bad dream
And your heart’ll melt when they sneak
Between mom and daddy

Chorus
Hold ‘em while you can
Someday they'll stop climbing in
You’re gonna miss nights like this up again if
You never know when that song’s gonna end playin
Musical beds

You’re gonna lose some sleep
They’re gonna steal the sheets
Sometimes you’ll love it, some nights you’ll hit the couch

When the sun breaks through the windows
And nobody’s in the right bed
Turn a cartoon on and pull em close
And soak it in

When you’re buying blankets for their dorm room twin
It’s gonna hit ya hard then

MUSICAL BEDS (Younger, Kroll, Olivares) - Work Tape

Talk of the Town

Younger

Snuck out the house to see your face
Pushed the car down the block a ways
You came running right down Main
We drove out to
Them oil tanks

Where they caught us parkin in the moonlight glow
Backseat lovin to the radio
Flashlight tappin on our window
Six pack gone 
We were toast

Chorus
We were what was going down, overnight the news was out
Phones blowin’ up we were the limelight, lovebird rebels on a thrill ride, 
We'd be makin out, my letter jacket was yours now
We were the gossip, gettin around
On top of the world, Talk of the Town

Tattooed our names on a railroad bridge
In the middle of a heart real big
Then jumped the fence for a midnight swim
Some old man 
Turned us in

Aint much to do as teenage small town kids
So we all made our name just livin’ on livin’ on the edge

TALK OF THE TOWN (Younger)

Long Distance Relationship

Younger, Voelkerding, Wilkerson

He’s in heaven, she’s on earth
But not much has really changed for her
Everybody asks her how she does it, 
She says, "when you love someone so much 
a little space, ain’t nothin"

There ain’t no car to get her there
Can’t book a flight to meet somewhere
She can’t even call to just say - hey
But she holds onto those memories 
Don't let a few clouds come between
Knows heaven's where they'll meet again some day
To her it ain't no different
Than a long distance relationship 

She still wears that diamond on her hand
Keeps the garden going that he had
(And) On the days when she could use a little strength
She hears his favorite song or a red bird colors the gray (cause)

'Til death do us part
Is really just a start

Long Distance Relationship

LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP (Younger, Voelkerding, Wilkerson)

Where Cowboys Go To Die 

Younger, Gulick, Matthiesen , Olivares 

Should’ve been chasin’ a girl like you
Insteada rodeo lights, and motel rooms
That shine on a buckle got nothin’ on lovin’ on you

Wouldn’t let no one tame this heart, 
Til you lit me up like the Cheyenne stars
Out of the gate I was tangled in your angel arms
 
It’s like I drew a bull named Love
I fell hard then out of the dust
Came the reason I‘m alive, with that heaven in your eyes                                             
I finally found where cowboys go to die

You’re my forever two step dance 
A riding off into the sun romance
Yeah we’re kickin off our boots, laying roots, feeling home at last, on this Mountain View ranch

All I knew was hold on tight
Hangin up those spurs never crossed my mind
Now it it’s holding you every night
Hanging up those spurs never felt so right

WHERE COWBOYS GO TO DIE (Younger, Olivares, Gulick, Matthiesen)

Small Town Waves 

Younger / Matthiesen 

Waves, Like the red, white and blue flying high in the sky on the Fourth of July
On everybody's porch
As the parade goes by…..everybody ...

Waves, Like the farmer in his truck heading right down Main last load of grain
Ready for an ice cold beer
Where everybody knows his name…..and everybody waves

That summer breeze stirs up a field like an ocean tide
Fingers pop off a steering wheel just to say ”Hi” 
Pouring out the radio, howdy at the Texaco, slappin’ at the river bank
Here come, here come those small town waves 

Waves, To a kid in a jersey lookin up in the stands for mom and dad
They’re pumpin’ their fists
At the crack of that bat...they start doing the

Wave...From a young love splash off an old rope swing in that August heat 
Stealing that first kiss
Where the creek gets deep...makin’ some waves

There’s a band on a trailer at the County Fair
Got everybody swingin’ their arms in the air

Everybody get em up, get em up get those arms in the air
Back and forth, back and forth just like this right here 
Everybody get em up, get em up get those arms in the air
There ya go there ya go that’s how we do it round here

SMALL TOWN WAVES (Younger, Matthiesen)

Dominoes

I kinda like this game
We been playin
Can’t help but think 
We got love in the makin, Hey

It’s been building up
Since the day I met ya
I might jump that gun 
But I gotta tell ya

The way you’re smilin’, dropping clues
It’s black and white, you feel it too
Hard to tell who’s waiting on who
Only gonna take’a one more move...then

Chorus
We’re gonna fall like dominoes
Start flying down that winding road
When we lean in and that first piece goes
We’re gonna fall like Dominoes -Dominoes -Dominoes
Yeah We’re gonna fall like dominoes

There - It’s all laid out 
On the table
Let’s knock ‘em down
Whatcha say girl

If life’s a dance let’s make it shake
Cause this don’t happen everyday 
It’s all lined up, one touch away (it’s all in line)
It won’t take much to tip our fate

Bridge
Oooh ooh oh oh Oooh oooh oh oh
Kinda like this game we’re playing
Oooh ooh oh oh Oooh oooh oh oh
I gotta think it’s love in the makin’

DOMINOES (Younger, Mullins, Matthiesen, Olivares)

Kissed A Cowboy

Are you too pretty, are you just shy
Perfectly happy, without a guy
I’ve been tryin to put a finger on 
why yours ain’t got a ring on it all night 

It just don’t make any sense
How you’re better than a ten out of ten
Never met a single girl like you
So if a guy like me would have to guess

You ain’t ever kissed a cowboy, (have ya girl)
(Cause) you’d a held on tight
You ain’t ever kissed a cowboy 
It would’ve changed your life 

You ain’t ever kissed a cowboy, (have ya girl)
It’ll take you for a ride
You ain’t ever kissed a cowboy 
We’re changing that tonight 

You wouldn’t be here, if you had
You’d be in love to, the moon and back
Girl I’d like to be your first
So If you want it, it’s all yours
Under this hat

Yeah all the other guys 
They just ain’t your type

BLAINE YOUNGER

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