Lyrics

I'll do one more here, acoustic
This is a song-, it's one of the first songs I wrote
My brother had a shirt when I was young, that said "Port Aransas" on it
I guess he came down here a long time ago
I thought, "Man, what a cool town name"
So I put it in a song and, uh, got to play it
And, uh, Garth Brooks recorded it back in-
Ah, when was that? '96
And it didn't make the final cut of the album
And I'd already spent that money about 30, 40 different ways
But he finally released it, he put out a box set in 2005
And there's an album called "The Lost Sessions" on it
And that was nice, nice couple of months we lived after that
But, uh, here's this tune
Well, I jumped in a car and I headed for Kansas
Mornin' found me in Port Aransas
Sippin' on rum, and soakin' up sun
Well, I'd never been good at keepin' direction
Schedules are one of life's worst infections, and I strongly believe
That I'd rather have nothin'
Than a whole lot of somethin' I don't need
Oh, I'd rather have nothin'
Than a whole lot of somethin' that don't suit the life that I lead
Material things, and all that money brings
Well, it must be for some other breed
And life ain't about the worries and doubts
Comes with the lust and the greed
And I'd rather have nothin'
Than a whole lot of somethin' I don't need
So I spent that evenin' in a tavern in town
With a bunch of my new friends my money brought round
And I told 'em 'bout you
And all the hell we've been through
Yeah, everyone there had a similar story
Years full of tears and of heartache and worry
We all agreed
That we'd rather have nothin'
Than a whole lot of somethin' we don't need
Oh, I'd rather have nothin'
Than a whole lot of somethin' that don't suit the life that I lead
Material things, and all that wealth brings
Well, it must be for some other breed
Yeah, life ain't about all the worries and doubts
Comes with the lust and the greed
And I'd rather have nothin'
Than a whole lot of somethin' I don't need
Oh, I'd rather have nothin'
Than a whole lot of somethin' I don't need
Thank you, Mr. Brooks (yeah, whoo! Whoo!)
Where are you, daughter o' mine?
Written by: Mike McClure
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