Garth Brooks Album

Artist(s): Garth Brooks

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Tracklist

Not Counting You

length: 2:35
producer: Allen Reynolds
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Roy Christensen, Nashville String Machine, Carl Gorodetzky, Dennis Molchan, Pam Sixfin, Gary Vanosdale, John E. Borg and George Binkley
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
composer: Garth Brooks
lyricist: Garth Brooks

When loving turns to parting
I’m always the first to leave
Cause when it comes to heartaches
I’d rather give than to receive
I’ve never cried myself to sleep
Just praying I’ll get through
I’ve never lost at love not counting you


(chorus)

Not counting you I’ve never had a heartache
Not counting you I never have been blue
There’s no exceptions to the rule
I’ve never been nobody’s fool
I’ve never lost at love not counting you


I’ve never got down on my knees
And asked the lord above
If he would only bring to me
The one I’m dreaming of
Begging to be taken back
And swearing I’ll be true
Has never crossed my mind not counting you


*chorus*

There’s no exceptions to the rule
I’ve never been nobody’s fool
I’ve never lost at love not counting you


There’s no exceptions to the rule
I’ve never been nobody’s fool
I’ve never lost at love not counting you
No, I’ve never lost at love not counting you

I've Got a Good Thing Going

length: 2:55
producer: Allen Reynolds
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Gary Vanosdale, Carl Gorodetzky, Dennis Molchan, Pam Sixfin, John E. Borg, Roy Christensen, Nashville String Machine and George Binkley
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
writer: Garth Brooks, Larry Bastian, Sandy Mahl
She swears there's nothing wrong, but something's missing
She's never been much good at telling lies
'Cause you can hear the sound of leaving, if you listen
This may be California, but Oklahoma's in her eyes

I've got a good thing going
It's plain to see she's tired of hanging on
I've got a good thing going
It's killing me that she's as good as gone

By now she must be tired of always giving
And tired of what she's getting in return
I guess Oklahoma's more her style of living
'Cause I can see her heart is heading 'cross a bridge I thought she'd burned

I've got a good thing going
It's plain to see she's tired of hanging on
I've got a good thing going
It's killing me that she's as good as gone

Lord it's killing me that she's as good as gone

If Tomorrow Never Comes

length: 3:41
producer: Allen Reynolds
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Gary Vanosdale, George Binkley, John E. Borg, Pam Sixfin, Dennis Molchan, Carl Gorodetzky, Nashville String Machine and Roy Christensen
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
background vocals: Hurshel Wiginton, Wendy Suits-Johnson, Jennifer O'Brien and Curtis Young
writer: Garth Brooks, Kent Blazy
Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch her sleeping
She's lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
And the thought crosses my mind
If I never wake up in the morning
Would she ever doubt the way I feel
About her in my heart
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way
To show her every day
That she's my only one
If my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life
Who never knew how much I loved them
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them never were revealed
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance
To tell her how I feel
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way
To show her every day
That she's my only one
If my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes

Everytime That It Rains

length: 4:13
producer: Allen Reynolds
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Carl Gorodetzky, Dennis Molchan, Pam Sixfin, John E. Borg, George Binkley, Gary Vanosdale, Nashville String Machine and Roy Christensen
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
writer: Charley Stefl, Ty England, Garth Brooks
Stuck in an airport in austin, all of the flights are delayed
And as the rain keeps fallin’ the mem’ries keep callin’ me back
To another time and place
Back to a rainy dy in oklahoma, she was workin’ at this roadside cafe
And it was just her and me and looked like it would be
At least ’till the storm rolled away
I played "please come to boston" on the jukebox
She said hey that’s my favorite song
The next thing I knew the song was through
And we were still dancin’ along
And with that look in her eyes she pulled from me
Then she pulled off that apron she wore
And with her hand in mine we turned off the sign
And locked the rain outside the door

(chorus)
Every time that it rains I can hear her heart callin’
It rains, I can see that dress fallin’
The storm clouds roll on, still the memory remains
Every time that it rains
One late rainy night I got a phone call
So I went back to see her again
And through the dnce we both stumbled and with the buttons we fumbled
So we decided just to call it at friends
If we ever had a thing now it’s over and only the memory remains
Of a roadside cafe on a september day
I relive every time that it rains

*chorus*

Alabama Clay

length: 3:40
producer: Allen Reynolds
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Gary Vanosdale, Carl Gorodetzky, Dennis Molchan, Pam Sixfin, John E. Borg, Roy Christensen, Nashville String Machine and George Binkley
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
writer: Larry Cordle, Ronny Scaife
First time he saw the ground get busted
He was ten and it was 1952
His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown
And the goin' got tough behind them ol' grey mules

The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin'
So he slipped away one night 'neath the harvest moon

His neck was red as Alabama clay
But the city's call pulled him away
He's got a factory job and runs a big machine
He don't miss the farm or the fields of green

Now the city's just a prison without fences
His job is just a routine he can't stand
And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces
Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands

Then one day a picture came inside a letter
Of a young girl with a baby in her arms
And the words she wrote would change his life forever
So he went to raise his family on the farm

His neck is red as Alabama clay
Now he's goin' home this time to stay
Where the roots run deep on the family tree
And the tractor rolls through the fields of green

His neck is red as Alabama clay
Now he's goin' home this time to stay
Where the roots run deep on the family tree
And the tractor rolls through the fields of green

His neck is red as Alabama clay

Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old)

length: 2:59
producer: Allen Reynolds
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Gary Vanosdale, Carl Gorodetzky, Dennis Molchan, Pam Sixfin, John E. Borg, Roy Christensen, Nashville String Machine and George Binkley
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
writer: Garth Brooks, Randy Taylor
This ol' highway's getting longer
Seems there ain't no end in sight
To sleep would be best, but I just can't afford to rest
I've got to ride in Denver tomorrow night

I called the house but no one answered
For the last two weeks no one's been home
I guess she's through with me, to tell the truth I just can't see
What's kept the woman holding on this long

And the white line's getting longer and the saddle's getting cold
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
I'm much too young to feel this damn old

The competition's getting younger
Tougher broncs, you know I can't recall
The worn out tape of Chris LeDoux, lonely women and bad booze
Seem to be the only friends I've left at all

And the white line's getting longer and the saddle's getting cold
I'm much too young to feel this damn old
All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole
I'm much too young to feel this damn old

Lord, I'm much too young to feel this damn old

Cowboy Bill

length: 4:35
producer: Allen Reynolds
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Gary Vanosdale, Carl Gorodetzky, Dennis Molchan, Pam Sixfin, John E. Borg, Roy Christensen, Nashville String Machine and George Binkley
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
writer: Larry Bastian, Edward Marc Berghoff
He told a good story and all of us kids listened

Nobody Gets Off in This Town

length: 2:19
producer: Allen Reynolds
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Gary Vanosdale, Carl Gorodetzky, Dennis Molchan, Pam Sixfin, John E. Borg, Roy Christensen, Nashville String Machine and George Binkley
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
writer: Larry Bastian, Dewayne Blackwell
Nobody gets off in this town
Trains don't even slow down
My high school sweetheart's married and gone
They met on a bus to San Antone
They Greyhound stops!
Somebody gets on
But nobody gets off in this town
Nobody gets off in this town
Old folks 'round here wear a frown
Now let me see if I can set the scene
It's a one-dog town and he's old and mean
There's one stop light but it's always green
Nobody gets off in this town
Nobody gets off in this town
High school colors are brown
They can't drag Main because it kicks up dust
Their cars and their dreams area all starting to rust
The high school dances are always a bust
Nobody gets off in this
Nobody gets off in this town
They oughta just tear it down
'Cause in the winter you freeze and in the summer you fry
Utility bill's the only thing that gets high
I'd go for a drink but this county is dry
Nobody gets off
Nobody gets off
Nobody gets off in this square old merry-go-round
No, nobody gets off in this town

I Know One

length: 2:55
producer: Allen Reynolds
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Gary Vanosdale, Carl Gorodetzky, Dennis Molchan, Pam Sixfin, John E. Borg, Roy Christensen, Nashville String Machine and George Binkley
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
composer: Jack Clement
lyricist: Jack Clement
When all your loves have ended
When all your friends have flown
Who'll be around to want you
When all your loves have gone

Only a fool would do it
After the way you've done
And how many fools would have you
I know one
This fool keeps wondering why he fell in love at all
But you might need this fool around in case you fall
After the party's over and you've had your fill of fun
If you need a fool to forgive you...i know one

You never know you might be lonely when all your loves have missed
It wouldn't hurt to keep an extra fool on your list
After your heart's been broken and you need a place to run
If you'll take a fool who loves you...i know one...i know one

The Dance

length: 3:41
producer: Allen Reynolds
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: George Binkley, Pam Sixfin, Dennis Molchan, Carl Gorodetzky, Nashville String Machine, John E. Borg, Gary Vanosdale and Roy Christensen
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
composer: Tony Arata
lyricist: Tony Arata
Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared beneath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I the king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance