Stack of Records Songtext
von Larry Fleet

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