Somebody Like That

No Easy Man

Truth Aint Cheap

I’ve been bent, broke, beat down, bruised, 
cussed at, shut out, lied to and used
But every scar I wear is proof I lived, 
so I light one up, let the fire begin…

Ain’t no quit in my bloodline. 
Ain’t no fear in this heart of mine.
Let it Bite. Ain’t no way I’m staying’ down —
I AIN’T DONE YET!

I AIN’T DONE YET! 
STILL GOT FIGHT AND FIRE AND A NO-REGRET MINDSET
CRANK IT TO TEN, RIDE IT LIKE A JET — 
I AIN’T DONE YET!

I’ve been told to slow down, sit still, 
but I ain’t built for the quiet or chill
Every knock just knocks me forward. 
Grit so deep, I don’t need no armor.

Fuel that spark, let it catch, 
You bet against me? Place your bet—
I AIN’T DONE YET!

I AIN’T DONE YET! 
STILL GOT HEAT, GRIT, SWEAT, AND THREAT
RUNNING RED LIGHTS LIKE NO REGRETS — 
I AIN’T DONE YET!

They tried to stop me; they tried to break me…
But I just smiled— AND I KEPT ON BREAKIN’ FREE!

I AIN’T DONE YET! 
STILL GOT FLAMES THAT THEY AIN’T MET
CRANK IT TO TWELVE, PUSH THROUGH THE SWEAT 
I BURN SO LOUD, THE SILENCE WEPT — 
I AIN’T DONE YET!
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CONTACT INFORMATION:
Jon Wesley McCormick
wesley@jonwesleymccormick.com
757-805-7261

Ain't Done Yet

Cold One, Warm Night, Just Right

LYRICS:
Wrestlin’ with the darkness—sittin’ here alone
Nothin’ but the sound of “empty” in this hollow home
…Is it just my mind playin’ tricks? Her perfume in the midnight air?
When the stillness hits, I swear—I feel her everywhere

It’s been nearly two years now since she walked away
But it feels like a lifetime when you’re countin’ every day
Surrounded by the memories—they hit like pouring rain
Some’ll fade like whispers… some still cut like pain

Don’t know where I’m goin’… you’d think by now I should
But it’s hard to string two days together and have ‘em turn out good
Tryna carry on, tryna breathe and not break down…

Maybe somebody—someday—someway—somewhere—somehow
Will hold this heart without the ghosts I’m draggin’ now
Maybe love will find me when the storms all settle down
Somebody—someday—someway—somewhere—somehow…

I’ve worn this silence like a coat that’s two sizes too small
Each room she left behind still echoes when I call
They say time heals—but they don’t say how much time
And I ain’t sure what I’m chasin’… but I’m still in the climb

Each step is guesswork—each breath’s a prayer
But maybe there’s a someone waitin’ out there somewhere
Tryna carry on, maybe they’re just like me right now…

Maybe somebody—someday—someway—somewhere—somehow
Will love the man I’ve become, not what I can’t live down
And maybe we’ll find each other when the world’s not so loud
Somebody—someday—someway—somewhere—somehow…


Maybe somebody

There she go, cuttin’ through the smoke—
Blonde bombshell in a backroad glow.
Midriff tight, boots laced high,
Daisy Dukes ridin’ way up the thigh.
Snapback turnin’, beers in the air,
Every guy’s jaw drops, caught in a stare.
She don’t need a cue, don’t need no stage—
That girl’s fire, she just ignites the place.
Lights flash—she’s a stunner,
Moves hit hard like a small-town thunder.
DJ knows what beat to drop—
’Cause when she spins, the whole bar pops.
Dancin’ in Daisy Dukes!
Knee-high boots and rebel roots.
Spinnin’ wild on a whiskey high,
Like the Fourth lit up the sky!
Oh, Dancin’ in Daisy Dukes!
She don’t walk—nah, baby grooves.
Every step’s a headline move—
Bar’s on fire when she shakes loose.
DAISY??… got the whole world tuned.
Neon bounce in a beer-soaked floor,
She slides like sin through the swinging door.
A little bit sweet, a whole lotta wow—
Gonna write her name in the jukebox now.
Told the boys, “Man, she’s the storm,”
Got the whole damn dance floor swarmed.
Snapchat stories, line dancin’ lines—
She breaks hearts five boots at a time.
She don’t care ‘bout trends or likes,
She’s the moment—she’s the mic.
Shake it once and she owns the night—
Gimme one more look. - I just might!!!
Dancin’ in Daisy Dukes!
Wild and free like a summer fluke.
Twistin’ up that gravel groove,
Moonlight caught in every move!
Oh, Dancin’ in Daisy Dukes!
No one cooler, that’s the truth.
She got that boom-boom barroom proof—
Every cowboy’s fallin’ through!
A little danger, a little sweet,
A little “you ain’t ready for me.”
One step—ya lose control,
Daisy’s got that rock ‘n’ roll.
Dancin’ in Daisy Dukes!
Hearts racin’—boots go boom!
Backroad banger, sweet perfume—
She’s the anthem in this room!
Dancin’ in Daisy Dukes!
Drop it low, now raise that roof!
Turn this barn to a sonic boom—
She got that world-shaker proof!
“DAISY!”

Daisy

Well, I woke up still wearin’ last night’s boots,
Had a neon memory of a whiskey truth.
Jukebox playin’ Friends in Low Places,
Saw a girl with a George Strait bracelet.
Bartender poured me a shot of regret,
Said, “Boy, you ain’t done with this heartache yet.”
But I tipped my hat, said, “Turn it up,”
Hank Jr.’s singin’ ’bout rowdy love.
Oh no, not another country song,
About a tailgate kiss and a heartbreak gone.
A cowboy lost on a lost dirt road,
Tryna turn back time on the radio.
I swear I’ve heard this before,
Steel guitar cryin’ and a slamming door.
But here I am, singin’ along—
Oh no, not another country song.
There’s a John Deere parked in the neighbor’s yard,
And a Johnny Cash line tattooed on her arm.
She left me faster than a NASCAR race,
Now I’m stuck in this same ol’ place.
Alan’s on the jukebox Chattahoochee-style,
Miranda’s spittin’ out her cheatin’ smile.
I shoulda known by the way she danced,
She was only here for a second chance.
Oh no, not another country song,
About a tailgate kiss and a heartbreak gone.
A cowboy lost on a lost dirt road,
Tryna turn back time on the radio.
I swear I’ve heard this before,
Steel guitar cryin’ and a slamming door.
But here I am, singin’ along—
Oh no, not another country song.
Somewhere Waylon’s shakin’ his head,
And Dolly’s laughin’ at the words I just said.
But if it ain’t broke, you don’t fix the sound,
So keep the fiddle playin’ while I drink one down.
Oh no, not another country song,
Same old heartache, same old wrong.
A neon light and a George Jones tune,
A cowboy cryin’ at a quarter to two.
I swear I’ve heard this before,
Steel guitar cryin’ and a slamming door.
But here I am, singin’ along—
Oh no, not another country song.
Yeah, here I am, singin’ along—
Oh hell, guess I wrote another country song.

Not Another Country Song

Nothin' But A Song

First step—freeze frame, nobody breathin’.
Even the DJ forgot what he was streamin’.
That curve hittin’ harder than a freight line,
Eyes lock, and the world stops on a dime.
Crowd fades out, you’re crystal in motion,
Every move feelin’ slow like a potion.
Whatever you wear, girl, it’s all the same—
You redefine the word “untamed.”
That curve, that strut, that vibe you bring—
Got this whole place hooked like a melody.
No stage lights, but you still shine bright—
Turnin’ backroads into neon nights.
It’s a whole new game, girl, I’m in too deep…
You’re that curve that stops the world...
Sippin’ slow, but you fast-track my mind,
Talkin’ low, but your smile’s on rewind.
You don’t need lines, you don’t need style—
You’re the blueprint they all been tryna file.
No filter needed, no caption clever—
Just you, that look, and now or never.
Girl, I ain’t here for a maybe tonight—
I’m all in if you say it’s right.
That curve, that strut, that vibe you bring—
Got this whole place hooked like a melody.
No stage lights, but you still shine bright—
Turnin’ backroads into neon nights.
It’s a whole new game, girl, I’m in too deep…
You’re that curve that stops the world...
Girl, I don’t chase—’til you passed by.
Now I’m fallin’ like stars from a summer sky.
You didn’t try, but you still stole the show…
With a look that froze time and let the whole room know.
That curve, that strut, that vibe you bring—
Got this whole place hooked like a melody.
You don’t even try, but the world agrees—
You’re the chorus they can’t un-sing.
It’s a full-stop thrill, girl, you run this beat...
You’re that curve that stops the world.


Curve That Stops the World

American Songwriter | Storyteller | Dream Builder
Born and raised with a deep love for music and storytelling, Jon Wesley McCormick is an American songwriter forging a fresh path through country, pop, and rock music. With a natural gift for vivid imagery, catchy hooks, and heartfelt lyrics, Jon captures the real moments that define life — the small-town pride, the wild-hearted adventures, the dreams worth chasing, and the loves worth fighting for.  After years of living life, learning hard lessons, and sharpening his craft, Jon decided to turn his passion into a mission: writing songs that move people — songs that make you feel, make you smile, make you dream bigger. Specializing in:
• Country Hits
• Crossover Country-Pop Anthems
• Heartfelt Ballads
• Summer Party Jams
• High-Energy Road Trip Soundtracks
Jon writes from the heart, blending authentic storytelling with irresistible melodies, always aiming to create songs that stick with you long after the first listen.
Each lyric he pens is designed to make listeners say, “That’s my life. That’s my story.”
With dozens of copyrighted original songs and a growing portfolio of crowd-pleasers, Jon Wesley McCormick is a new voice rising in the songwriting world, ready to supply major artists, labels, and publishers with unforgettable material.
“I don’t just write songs — I build memories, dreams, and anthems for the moments that matter most.” – Jon Wesley McCormick

Curve That Stops the World

Jon Wesley McCormick

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