In Pieces Album

Artist(s): Garth Brooks

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Garth Brooks In Pieces Cover Art

Tracklist

Standing Outside the Fire

length: 3:53
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Farrell Morris, Milton Sledge and Sam Bacco
mandolin: Sam Bush
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
background vocals: Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood
writer: Jenny Yates, Garth Brooks

We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk it the tables being turned

We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always come with getting burned

But you got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall

We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all

They're so hell bent on giving, walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire

[Chorus:]
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire

There's this love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get out of control
Wanting to fly higher and higher
I can't abide standing outside the fire

[Chorus x2]

The Night I Called the Old Man Out

length: 3:12
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Milton Sledge
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
background vocals: Trisha Yearwood and Garth Brooks
writer: Pat Alger, Kim Williams, Garth Brooks
The dining room fell silent
I can't believe what I just said
I just told my dad he's full of it
And I watched his face turn red
And I should've said "I'm sorry"
But I matched him shout for shout
I can still hear that screen door slammin'
The night I called him out

[Chorus:]
He said "Son, it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you"
But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubt
'Cause I'd seen my older brothers crawl back in the house
Each time they called the old man out

Fist to fist and eye to eye
Standin' toe to toe
He would've let me walk away
But I just would not let it go
Years of my frustration
Had lead me to this night
Now he'll pay for all the times that he's been right

[Chorus]

It was over in a minute
That's when I realized
The blood came from my mouth and nose
But the tears came from his eyes
And in memory of that fateful night
I know the greatest pain was his
And I just pray some day I'm half the man he is
Just like my older brothers
I crawled back in the house
The night I called the old man out

American Honky‐Tonk Bar Association

length: 3:33
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
background vocals: Garth Brooks
writer: Bryan Kennedy, Jim Rushing
If your paycheck depends on
The weather and the clock
If your conversation calls for
A little more than a coffee pot
If you need to pour your heart out
And try to rectify some situation
That you're facing
Contact your American
Honky-Tonk Bar Association
When Uncle Sam dips
In your pocket
For most things you don't mind
But when your dollar
Goes to all of those
Standing in a welfare line
Well rejoice you have a voice
If you're concerned
About the destination
Of this great nation
It's called the American
Honky-Tonk Bar Association

It represents the hardhat
Gunrack, achin'-back
Over taxed, flag-wavin',
Fun-lovin' crowd
They're heart is in the music
And they love to play it loud
There's no forms or applications
There's no red tape administrations
It's the American
Honky-Tonk Bar Association

We're all one big family
Throughout the cities
And the towns
We don't reach for handouts
We reach for those
Who are down
And every local chapter
Has a seven day a week
Available consultation
For your frustration
It's called the American
Honky-Tonk Bar Association

It represents the mud flaps
Six pack, beer crack
Over-taxed, flag-wavin'
Fun-lovin' crowd
They're heart is in the music
And they love to play it loud
There's no forms or applications
There's no red tape administrations
It's the American
Honky-Tonk Bar Association

One Night a Day

length: 4:14
producer: Allen Reynolds
piano: Bobby Wood
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
saxophone: Jim Horn
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
Hammond organ: Bobby Emmons
writer: Gary Burr, Pete Wasner
There's not a lot of things to do
I wouldn't rather do with you
Guess I'm funny that way

Lately I just sit and stare
I talk to people who aren't there
To get through one night a day
One night a day
One step away

From leavin' you behind
I sit up with the radio
Sing along with the ones I know
To get through one night a day
One night a day
One step away

From leavin' you behind
I'm callin' every friend I've had
Wake 'em up, and make 'em mad
Let 'em know that I'm OK
I used to sit and talk to you
They're all just a substitute
To get through one night a day
One night a day
One step away

From leavin' you behind
I stay up with the late, late show
Just another way I know
To get through one night a day
To get through one night a day

Kickin’ and Screamin’

length: 4:02
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
writer: Tony Arata
Well, I don't know what my uncle did
But he must have done it right
They sure strung him up one Saturday night
He had spent his whole life fussin'
Would have spent his last breath cussin'
'Til he realized the deal was really done
He started screamin' "hallelujah"
Tryin' to make his peace with everyone
Yeah, he was kickin' and screamin'
Just like he came in
He was kickin' and screamin', darlin'
Right to the bitter end
Ain't it funny how we come in kickin' giddyup
And go out hollerin' whoa
Lord, we never want to be here
Sure don't ever want to go
Well, I could hear those church bells ringin'
To my best friend I was clingin'
Screamin' "If you love me brother don't let me go"
Well then the whole scene was repeated
Two years later I begged and pleaded
Screamin' "If you love me, honey,
Now you know you wouldn't want to let me go"
No, I didn't want to do it
But I sure don't want to see it come undone
Yeah, I was kickin' and screamin'
Just like I came in
I was kickin' and screamin', darlin'
Right to the bitter end
Ain't it funny how we come in kickin' giddyup
And go out hollerin' whoa
Lord, we never want to be here
Sure don't ever want to go
Yeah, I was kickin' and screamin'
Just like I came in
I was kickin' and screamin', darlin'
Right to the bitter end
Ain't it funny how we come in kickin' giddyup
And go out hollerin' whoa
Seems, we never want to be here
Sure don't ever want to go

Ain’t Going Down (’til the Sun Comes Up)

length: 4:34
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
harmonica: Terry McMillan
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
electric piano: Bobby Wood
background vocals: Trisha Yearwood and Garth Brooks
writer: Garth Brooks, Kent Blazy, Kim Williams
Six o'clock on Friday evening
Momma doesn't know she's leaving
'Til she hears the screen door slamming
Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming
Local country station just a blaring on the radio
Pick him up at seven and they're headin' to the rodeo
Momma's on the front porch screamin' out her warning
Girl you better get your red head
Back in bed before the morning

Nine o'clock the show is ending
But the fun is just beginning
She knows he's anticipating
But she's gonna keep him waiting
Grab a bite to eat
And then they're heading to the honkey tonk
But loud crowds and line dancing
Just ain't what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek

Ain't going down
'Til the sun comes up
Ain't givin' in
'Til they get enough
Going 'round the world
In a pickup truck
Ain't goin' down
'Til the sun comes up

Ten 'til twelve is wine and dancing
Midnight starts the hard romancing
One o'clock that truck is rocking
Two is coming, still no stopping
Break to check the clock at three
They're right on where they want to be
And four o'clock get up and going
Five o'clock that rooster's crowing

Yeah ain't going down
'Til the sun comes up
Ain't givin' in
'Til they get enough
Going 'round the world
In a pickup truck
Ain't goin' down
'Til the sun comes up

Six o'clock on Saturday
Her folks don't know he's on his way
The stalls are clean, the horses fed
They say she's grounded 'til she's dead
Well here he comes around the bend
Slowing down, she's jumping in
Hey mom, your daughter's gone
And there they go again

Ain't going down
'Til the sun comes up
Ain't givin' in
'Til they get enough
Going 'round the world
In a pickup truck
Ain't goin' down
'Til the sun comes up

The Red Strokes

length: 3:44
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
dobro: Jerry Douglas
background vocals: Helen Darling and Garth Brooks
writer: Garth Brooks, Jim Garver, Lisa Sanderson, Jenny Yates
Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine
Two shadows starting to softly combine
The picture they're painting
Is one of the heart
And to those who have seen it
It's a true work of art

Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn

Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this
Inspired by a vision
That they can't command
Erasing the borders
With each brush of a hand

Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn

Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green
But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen

Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn

Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn

Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this

Callin’ Baton Rouge

length: 2:37
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens and Pat Flynn
mandolin: Sam Bush
fiddle: Sam Bush
banjo: Béla Fleck
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
dobro: Jerry Douglas
background vocals: Sam Bush and John Cowan
composer: Dennis Linde
lyricist: Dennis Linde
Calling Baton Rouge
Garth Brooks

I spent last night in the arms of a girl in Louisiana,
And though I'm out on the highway, my thoughts are still with her.
Such a strange combination of woman man and child.
Such a strange situation: stopping every hundred miles.
Calling Baton Rouge.

A replay of last nights events roll through my mind,
Except a C-note or two erased by sweet red wine.
I see a truck stop sign ahead so I change lanes.
I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change.
Calling Baton Rouge.

CHORUS
Operator won't you put me on through,
I gotta send my love down to Baton Rouge.
Hurry up, won't you put her on the line,
I gotta talk to the girl just one more time.

Hello Samantha dear I hope you're doing fine,
And it won't be long before I'm with you all the time,
But until then I'll spend my money
Right on down to my last dime,
Whoa, calling Baton Rouge.

CHORUS

Calling Baton Rouge.
Sweet Baton Rouge.
My Baton Rouge.
Whoa ho whoa ho hoooo.


From: "David Garnsey"

The Night Will Only Know

length: 3:55
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
electric bass guitar: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Sam Bacco
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
background vocals: Kathy Chiavola and Garth Brooks
writer: Stephanie Davis, Jenny Yates, Garth Brooks
That night will live forever
Their first time to lie together
They were finally where desire dared them to go
Both belonging to another
But longing to be lovers
Promising each other that the night will only know
Parked on some old backstreet
They laid down in the back seat
And fell into the fire down below
But they would pay for their deceiving
For a deadly web was weaving
Why they picked that spot that evening
Lord, the night will only know
Well within the innuendos
Just outside the steamy windows
The night was shattered by a woman's scream
Motionless and frightened
The grip of fate had tightened
And with trembling hands they wiped away the steam
They saw a woman pleading
Stumbling, begging and retreating'
Til she became the victim of her foe
And they watched her fall in silence
To save their own alliance
But the reason for the violence
Just the night will only know
And every paper ran the story
She was stripped of all her glory
And the told exactly how the woman died
Abandoned and forsaken
Too many pills were taken
And they ruled the woman's death a suicide
Bound by their behavior
They could have been her savior
Now guilt becomes the endless debt they owe
But another crime was committed
And it's never been admitted
Have the guilty been acquitted
Lord, the night will only know

The Cowboy Song

length: 3:57
producer: Allen Reynolds
lead vocals: Garth Brooks
electric bass guitar: Roy Huskey, Jr.
acoustic guitar: Chris Leuzinger and Mark Casstevens
mandolin: Sam Bush
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
dobro: Bruce Bouton
background vocals: Garth Brooks
writer: Roy Robinson
Pushin horns weren’t easy like the movie said it was
And I don’t recall no dance hall girls
Or hotel rooms with rugs
You worked hot and tired and nasty
Rode your pony’s head too low
There were all the nights you couldn’t sleep
’cause it was too damn cold
And you’d sing "strawberry roan" and "little joe"

Like the time we hit the river
And the rains began to fall
And the water was risin’ so damn fast
We thought it’d drown us all
We lost a lot of steers that day
And four to five good mounts
But when all the boys rode into camp
We knew that’s what counts
And we sang, yippie ti yi yay and "amazing grace".

Or the night they broke behind us
And then took us by surprise
I whistled out to bonner, I seen the terror in his eyes
And he rode for all his horse would ride
And I know he done his best
But he crossed over jordan ridin’ dunny to his death
And we sang "bringing in the sheaves" and "the rugged cross"
So when you see the cowboy, he’s not ragged by his choice
He never meant to bow them legs
Or put that gravel in his voice
He’s just chasin’ what he really loves
And what’s burnin’ in his soul
Wishin’ to God that he’d benn born a hundred years ago
Still singin’ "strawberry roan" and "little joe"