Sevens Album

Artist(s): Garth Brooks

Cover Art

Garth Brooks Sevens Cover Art

Tracklist

Longneck Bottle

length: 2:19
piano: Bobby Wood
vocal: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
acoustic guitar: Steve Wariner and Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Steve Wariner, Rick Carnes

Longneck bottle
Let go of my hand
Hey jukebox don't start playin' that song again
'Cause there's a girl at home who loves me
You know she won't understand
Longneck bottle
Let go of my hand

Hey barroom mirror on the wall
Go stare at someone else
Don't show the world the fool I am
Just keep it to yourself

Longneck bottle
Let go of my hand
Hey jukebox don't start playin' that song again
'Cause there's a girl at home who loves me
You know she won't understand
Longneck bottle
Let go of my hand

Dance floor seems you're underneath my feet
Everywhere I turn
I oughta waltz right out of them swingin' doors
But that's a step I just can't learn

Longneck bottle
Let go of my hand
Hey jukebox don't start playin' that song again
'Cause there's a girl at home who loves me
You know she won't understand
Longneck bottle
Let go of my hand

How You Ever Gonna Know

length: 3:37
vocal: Bobby Wood, Garth Brooks and Allen Reynolds
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
drums (drum set) & percussion: Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Kent Blazy, Garth Brooks
That old wind that's whipping out there
It's whistlin' your tune
That wind blew pyramids to Egypt
And footprints to the moon
And that old star that you been wishin' on
Is shinin' mighty bright
But it's the fire inside your heart
That's gonna lead you to the light
How you ever gonna know
What it's like to live there
How you ever gonna know victory
How you ever gonna know
What it's like when dreams become reality
How you ever gonna know
How it feels to hold her
How you ever gonna know
What it's like to dance
How you ever gonna know
If you never take a chance
You know failure isn't failure
If a lesson from it's learned
I guess love would not be love
Without a risk of being burned
Anything in life worth havin'
Lord, it has its sacrifice
But the gift that you're receiving
Is worth more than a price
How you ever gonna know
What it's like to live there
How you ever gonna know
What you never knew
How you ever gonna know
If you're down here doin'
What the good Lord put you here to do
How you ever gonna know
If you could have done it
How you ever gonna know
How it feels to fly
How you ever gonna know
If you never dare to try
Listen not to the critics
Who put their own dreams on the shelf
If you want to get the truth to admit it
You gotta find out for yourself
How you ever gonna know
What it's like to be there
How you ever gonna know
If you're the best
How you ever gonna know
What you believe in
If you don't put it to the test
How you ever gonna know
How it feels to hold him
How you ever gonna know
What livin' means
How you ever gonna know
If you never chase the dreams
How you ever gonna know
Your potential
How you ever gonna know victory
How you ever gonna know
What it's like when dreams become reality
How you ever gonna know
How it feels to hold her
How you ever gonna know
What it's like to dance
How you ever gonna know
If you never take a chance

She’s Gonna Make It

length: 2:48
vocal: Garth Brooks and Susan Ashton
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
congas: Sam Bacco
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Kent Blazy, Garth Brooks, Kim Williams
He followed her to work this morning
He'd never seen that dress before
She seemed to sail right through
Those dark clouds forming
That he knows he's headed for
After seven years of marriage
He wanted out
Now after seven months of freedom
It's clear that there's no doubt
She's gonna make it
And he never will
He's at the foot of the mountain
And she's over that hill
He's sinkin' at sea
And her sails are filled
She's gonna make it
And he never will
And you know it's not like she's forgot about him
She's just dealing with the pain
And the fact that she's survived so well without him
You know it's driving him insane
And the crazy thing about it
Is she'd take him back
But the fool in him that walked out
Is the fool who just won't ask
She's gonna make it
And he never will
He's at the foot of the mountain
And she's over that hill
He's sinkin' at sea
And her sails are filled
She's gonna make it
And he never will
She's gonna make it
He never will

I Don’t Have to Wonder

length: 3:05
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
choir vocals: Robert Bailey, Yvonne Hodges, Trisha Yearwood, Susan Ashton, Vicki Hampton and Kathy Chiavola
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Shawn Camp, Taylor Dunn
Drove to the church
In my suit and tie
But I just couldn't bring myself
To go inside
So I sat alone
In my truck across the street
Watched that chauffeur smokin' cigarettes
By that long white limousine
I could just imagine
What was goin' on in there
Sunlight streamin' through the stained glass
And those flowers in her hair
And in less time than it takes a tear to fall
Those bells rang loud as thunder
As they opened up the doors
Now I don't have to wonder anymore
Laughin' and a cryin'
Tossin' that bouquet
And when you got in that limo
I drove off the other way
And I still don't know
Why things happened like they did
But I parked that old pickup
On that lonesome river bridge
I took your ring from my pocket
And I held it one last time
Watched that diamond sparkle
I drew back and I let her fly
And in less time than it takes to tear to fall
Oh that old ring went under
Lord and now it's gone for sure
No and I don't have to wonder anymore
Well the angels sang like thunder
As I felt myself go under
Now I don't have to wonder anymore

Two Piña Coladas

length: 3:35
vocal: Sandy Mason Theoret, Garth Brooks, Sam "The Man" Duczer, Double "D", Big Al, Shawn Camp, Dorothy Robinson, Charles Green and Matt Lindsey
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Shawn Camp and Mark Casstevens
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Shawn Camp, Benita Hill, Sandy Mason Theoret
I was feelin' the blues
I was watching the news
When this fella came on the TV
He said I'm tellin' you
That science has proven
That heartaches are healed by the sea
That got me goin'
Without even knowin'
I packed right up and drove down
Now I'm on a roll
And I swear to my soul
Tonight I'm gonna paint this town
So bring me two pina coladas
I want one for each hand
Let's set sail with Captin Morgan
And never leave dry land
Any troubles I forgot 'em
I buried 'em in the sand
So bring me two pina coladas
She said good-bye to her good timin' man
Oh now I've gotta say
That the wind and the waves
And the moon winkin' down at me
Eases my mind
By leavin' behind
The heartaches that love often brings
Now I've got a smile
That goes on for miles
With no inclination to roam
I've gotta say
That I think I've gotta stay
'Cause this is feelin' more and more like home
So bring me two pina coladas
Gotta have one for each hand
Let's set sail with Captin Morgan
Oh and never leave dry land
Any troubles I forgot 'em
I buried 'em in the sand
So bring me two pina coladas
She said good-bye to her good timin' man
Bring me bring me two pina coladas
I want one for each hand
Let's set sail with Captin Morgan
Oh and never leave dry land
Any troubles I forgot 'em
I buried 'em in the sand
So bring me two pina coladas
And say hello to her good timin' man

Cowboy Cadillac

length: 2:52
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
Wurlitzer electric piano: Bobby Wood
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Garth Brooks, Bryan Kennedy
I've never known one better
She's a real go getter
If you met her you'd be good as gone
She's a real red liner
Likes it all behind her
She's the kind that keeps you hangin' on

She's a cowboy's buddy
Even when she gets muddy
Lord she's lovely from her front to back
So either comin' or goin'
Know her best side's showin'
She's my cowboy Cadillac

She's the perfect picture
Of the perfect mixture
Tween a woman and a fine machine
She's a hard work lover
A real tough mother
She's the cover of a magazine
And I'm happy knowin'
That what keeps me goin'
Is what's gonna keep me comin' back
She's my honkin' tonkin'
Everything I'm wantin'
Cowboy Cadillac

She loves to haul them cattle
All my ropes and saddle
And it doesn't matter work or play
If it's a mountain she can crawl it
If it's hay then she can haul it
She's the last one to call it a day

She's the perfect picture
Of the perfect mixture
Tween a woman and a fine machine
She's a hard work lover
A real tough mother
She's the cover of a magazine
And I'm happy knowin'
That what keeps me goin'
Is what's gonna keep me comin' back
She's my honkin' tonkin'
Everything I'm wantin'
Cowboy Cadillac

Fit for a King

piano: Catherine Styron-Marx
vocal: Lona Heid and Carl Jackson
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Kevin Grantt
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Carl Jackson
fiddle: Randy Howard
drums (drum set): Randy Hardison
dobro: Al Perkins
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Jim Rushing, Carl Jackson
His pulpit's a corner at 19th and Main
His grip on the gospel is his one claim to fame
He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passin' by
He offers salvation from the savior on high

His khakis are tattered, he ain't bathed in weeks
His bouts with the bottle show up on his cheeks
He looks like a scarecrow, a sight to behold
While he works for the shepherd, bringin' lambs to the fold

He points to the Bible he holds in his hand
Says, I'm proof that the good Lord can save any man

Son, it ain't what you're drivin' or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions won't matter up there
Someday in heaven with the angels I'll sing
And these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

He's fightin' a fever, in spite of the chills
He pulls up his collar and speaks of God's will
His body is weakened but his faith is still strong
He's filled with conviction for the mission he's on

'Cause a mansion is waitin', he'll be homeless no more
And his words will still echo from that far distant shore

Son, it ain't what you're drivin' or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions won't matter up there
Someday in heaven with the angels I'll sing
And these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

Do What You Gotta Do

vocal: John Cowan and Sam Bush
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Pat Flynn and Mark Casstevens
mandolin: Sam Bush
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
banjo: Béla Fleck
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
composer: Pat Flynn
Sometimes you've got to take the heat
If you're gonna walk down the mean street
Take the heat and you see it through
"Cause sometimes it comes down to
Do what you gotta do
Sometimes it goes right down to the wire
And you might have to walk through the fire
Walk on boy all the way through
Sometimes it just comes down to
Do what you gotta do
Well there's people that'll tell you
It's just no use
And there's people that'll tell you
That you're gonna lose
People that'll tell you
Anything you're gonna listen to
Do what you gotta do
Someday they're going to call your name
They'll come looking for some one to blame
What's your name, boy
Hey, you just tell them true
"Cause they can't take the truth from you
So do what you gotta do
Well, they'll call you a hero or a traitor
But you'll find out that, sooner or later,
Nobody in this world is gonna do it for you
Do what you gotta do
There ain't nobody in this world
That's gonna do it for you
Do what you gotta do

You Move Me

length: 4:35
vocal: Susan Ashton and Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Sam Bacco
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Gordon Kennedy, Pierce Pettis
This is how it seems to me
Life is only therapy
Real expensive
And no guarantee
So I lie here on the couch
With my heart hanging out
Frozen solid with fear
Like a rock in the ground
Woman you move me
You give me courage I didn't
know I had
You move me on
I can't go with you
And stay where I am
So you move me on
This is how love was to me
I could look and not see
Going through the emotions
Not knowin' what they mean
And it scared me so much
That I just wouldn't budge
I might have stayed there forever
If not for your touch
Oh but you move me
Out of myself and into the fire
You move me
Now I'm burning with love
And with hope and desire
How you move me
You go whistling in the dark
Making light of it
Making light of it
And I follow with my heart
Laughing all the way
Oh 'cause you move me
You get me dancing and you
make me sing
You move me
Now I'm taking delight
In every little thing
How you move me

In Another’s Eyes

length: 3:35
conductor: Jim Ed Norman
vocal: Trisha Yearwood and Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Nashville String Machine
strings arranger: Jim Ed Norman
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Joe Hayden and Duke Duczer
nylon guitar: Chris Leuzinger
writer: Garth Brooks, Bobby Wood, John Peppard
In another's eyes I'm someone who
Loves her enough to walk away from you
I'd never cheat I'd never lie
In another's eyes yeah
In another's eyes I can do no wrong
He believes in me and his faith is strong
I'd never fall or even compromise
In another's eyes mmmm

In another's eyes
I'm afraid that I can't see
This picture perfect portrait
That they paint of me
They don't realize and I pray they never do
'Cause every time I look I'm seeing you
In another's eyes

Oh in another's eyes
Staring back at me
I see a sinking soul, trying desperately

To turn the tide, before it dies
In another's eyes, yeah

And what they don't see
Lord is killing me
It's a blessing and curse that love is blind

So in another's eyes
I'm afraid that I can't see
This picture perfect portrait
That they paint of me
They don't realize and I pray to God they never do
'Cause every time I look I'm seeing you
In another's eyes

When There’s No One Around

length: 3:34
vocal: Garth Brooks
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Milton Sledge
mandolin: Sam Bush
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Tim O’Brien, Darrell Scott
This is a song that nobody knows
I couldn't begin to describe how it goes
But it makes me cry or laugh right out loud
It's a song that I sing when there's no one around
This is the man that nobody sees
He wears my old clothes and he looks just like me
Just one of the boys who gets lost in the crowd
He's the man that I am when there's no one around
It's four in the morning
I'm lyin' in bed
A tape of my failures
Playin' inside my head
It's heartaches and hard knocks
And things I don't know
I listen and I wonder
Where will it go
This is a glimpse of the child that's within
He's so immature but he's still my best friend
If he could learn how to fly he'd never touch down
He's the kid that I am when there's no one around
This is the dance I do every day
I let my feet go and get carried away
I let my soul lead and follow the sound
It's the dance that I do when there's no one around
It's four in the morning
I'm lyin' in bed
A tape of my failures
Playin' inside my head
It's heartaches and hard knocks
And things I don't know
I listen and I wonder
Where will it go
Thi is a song that nobody knows
I still can't begin to describe how it goes
But it makes me cry our laugh right out loud
It's a song that I sing when there's no one around
It's a song that I sing when there's no one around

A Friend to Me

length: 3:06
conductor: Jim Ed Norman
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
strings: Conni Ellisor, Randall Olson, David Davidson, Joann Cruthirds, Cathy Umstead, Karen Winkelmann, Alan Umstead, Antoine Silverman, Gary Vanosdale, Richard Grosjean, David Angell, Monisa Angell, Kathryn Plummer, Cate Myer, Janet Askey, Craig Nelson, Jocelyn Sprouse, Bruce Sweetman, John Catchings, Julie Tanner, Bob Mason, Elizabeth Stewart-Grosjean, Kristin Wilkinson, Nashville String Machine, Carl Gorodetzky, Pam Sixfin, Carolyn Demarzio, Anthony LaMarchina, Lee Larrison, Gerald Greer, Mary Kathryn van Osdale, Paul Tobias and Bruce Christensen
strings arranger: Jim Ed Norman
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Joe Hayden and Duke Duczer
writer: Garth Brooks, Victoria Shaw
Well you and I
We're buddies
And we've been since we first met
Me any you
Well we've sure been through
Our share of laughter and regret
Lord knows we've had our bad days
And more than once we've disagreed
But you've always been a friend to me
You can be so stubborn
There's times I think you just like to fight
And I hope and pray
I live to see a day
When you say I might be right
And there's times I'd rather kill you
Than listen to your honesty
But you've always been a friend to me
You've always been
Time and again
The one to take my hand
And show to me it's okay to be
Just the way I am
With no apology
Oh you've always been
And you will 'till God knows when
Yes you've always been a friend to me

Take the Keys to My Heart

length: 2:33
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Milton Sledge
fiddle: Rob Hajacos
steel guitar: Bruce Bouton
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
writer: Benita Hill, Pam Wolfe, Tommy Smith
I've been out on this highway of heartache
Hopin' that somewhere down the line
I could find someday who
Could rev me like you do
So grab onto my wheel
And I'll be fine
Take the keys to my heart
And drive me crazy
I've been runnin' on empty way too long
Honey you got the touch
That heats my motor up
Take the keys to my heart
And drive it home
I don't know where this road is gonna lead us
But what a beautiful night for a drive
Baby put your mind at ease
Drop the top and feel the breeze
Just follow all the signs to paradise
Take the keys to my heart
And drive me crazy
I've been runnin' on empty way too long
All that work under the hood
Sure has got it runnin' good
Take the keys to my heart
And drive it home
Tonight we've gonna set these wheels on fire
And find out just how far this thing will go
Honey we don't need no map
'Cause where we are is where it's at
Take the keys to my heart
And drive it home
Baby makes my motor yearn
I love to feel that rubber burn
Take the keys to my heart
And drive it home
Drive it home

Belleau Wood

length: 3:30
mixer: Mark Miller
electric guitar: Chris Leuzinger
recording engineer: Mark Miller
bass: Mike Chapman
keyboard: Bobby Wood
acoustic guitar: Mark Casstevens
percussion: Sam Bacco
drums (drum set): Milton Sledge
assistant mixer: Duke Duczer
assistant recording engineer: Duke Duczer
double bass: Edgar Meyer
writer: Garth Brooks, Joe Henry
Oh the snowflakes fell in silence
Over Belleau Wood that night
For a Christmas truce had been declared
By both sides of the fight
As we lay there in our trenches
The silence broke in two
By a German soldier singing
A song that we all knew
Though I did not know the language
The song was "Silent Night"
Then I heard my buddy whisper
"All is calm and all is bright"
Then the fear and doubt surrounded me
'Cause I'd die if I was wrong
But I stood up on my trench
And I began to sing along
Then across the frozen battlefield
Another's voice joined in
Until one by one each man became
A singer of the hymn
Then I thought that I was dreaming
For right there in my sight
Stood the German soldier
'Neath the falling flakes of white
And he raised his hand and smiled at me
As if he seemed to say
Here's hoping we both live
To see us find a better way
Then the devil's clock struck midnight
And the skies lit up again
And the battlefield where heaven stood
Was blown to hell again
But for just one fleeting moment
The answer seemed so clear
Heaven's not beyond the clouds
It's just beyond the fear
No, heaven's not beyond the clouds
It's for us to find it here