Lyrics: Now I Know Album: Who I Am Artist: Jessica Andrews   Boy I tried to write a letter I just need to make things better I’m praying that you’ll let me work this out I tired to call you…

Lyrics: Who I Am Album: Diplomatic Immunity Artist: Diplomats, The   Uh-huh, Santana I like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that’s hot I like that, yeah who are you? Santana Shit is crazy man Y’all think niggaz don’t cry? We do…

Lyrics: Livin’ On Love Album: Who I Am Artist: Alan Jackson   (alan jackson) Two young people without a thing Say some vows and spread their wings Settle down with just what they need Livin on love She dont care…

Lyrics: Job Description Album: Who I Am Artist: Alan Jackson   (alan jackson) Well i know sometimes you find it hard To understand just what we do out here Well that bus rolls up at home And i just disappear…

Lyrics: These Wings Album: Who I Am Artist: Jessica Andrews   Love was always letting me down You know what I mean The man of my dreams Should knock me off my feet Like you’re doing now boy Now you…

Lyrics: Bestseller Mystery Album: Who I Am Artist: Beverley Knight   Oohhh you hit me like a high speed freight train Just when I thought all was lost Now intrigue desire racing all through my brain I opened Pandora’s box…

Lyrics: Summertime Blues Album: Who I Am Artist: Alan Jackson   (eddie cochran/jerry capehart) Well i’m a-gonna raise a fuss, i’m gonna raise a holler About workin’ all summer just to try an’ earn a dollar Everytime i call my…

Lyrics: All American Country Boy Album: Who I Am Artist: Alan Jackson   (keith stegall/charlie craig) I work a forty hour week and i earn my keep And i try to walk proud and tall I keep my nose to…

Lyrics: If I Had You Album: Who I Am Artist: Alan Jackson   (alan jackson/jim mcbride) If i could have you I know what i’d do This time i’d be true If i had you If you could be mine…

Lyrics: Song For The Life Album: Who I Am Artist: Alan Jackson   (rodney crowell) Well i don’t drink as much as i used to Lately, it just ain’t my style And the hard times don’t hurt like they ought…