Intro
Verse 1
Half The Sky Is Dark But I Can See Ya
Rain Is Falling In My Margarita
Deer Are Grazing Over In The Meadow
We Are Finally Somewhere Only We Know
Cutting Onions With You And I'm Crying
Cutting Up And Were Not Even Trying
Chicken Chili Cooking On The Fire
Let's Say Grace
Chorus
I Lost My Voice In Wichita
Standing On The Banks Of The Arkansas
A River Will Find You Out
A River Will Cure Your Doubt
Drive All Night To Colorado
Utah By Tomorrow
A River Will Ease Your Fears
A River Will Wash Your Tears
Verse 2
Baby Deal The Cards I'm Gonna Beatcha
After Midnight I Am Gonna Meetcha
Living All These Hard Years Together
Oh Love You Never Looked Better
God's Good The Kids Are Finally Sleeping
We're Broke I Think The Roof Is Leaking
It's Chilly Turn Up The Heater
All Is Grace
Chorus
I Lost My Voice In Wichita
Standing On The Banks Of The Arkansas
A River Will Find You Out
A River Will Cure Your Doubt
Drive All Night To Colorado
Utah By Tomorrow
A River Will Ease Your Fears
A River Will Wash Your Tears
Bridge
Come Out Young Go In Old
Baptized In That Mountain Cold
Water Golden With The Spirits Grace
Bahamas Sand Is Not For Us
We Prefer Midwestern Dust
Sorghum Fields That Take Your Breath Away
Chorus
I Lost My Voice In Wichita
Standing On The Banks Of The Arkansas
A River Will Find You Out
A River Will Cure Your Doubt
Drive All Night To Colorado
Utah By Tomorrow
A River Will Ease Your Fears
A River Will Wash Your Tears
Verse 3
Baby Life Is Lighter Than A Feather
Quit A Cult And Talk About The Weather
Spot A Bass So We Can Set A Hook In
Can't Help That We Are So Good Looking
Bad Choices One Way Or Another
Call Home And Listen To Your Mother
Come Back Here Pull Up The Covers
Kiss My Face
Chorus
I Lost My Voice In Wichita
Standing On The Banks Of The Arkansas
A River Will Find You Out
A River Will Cure Your Doubt
Drive All Night To Colorado
Utah By Tomorrow
A River Will Ease Your Fears
A River Will Wash Your Tears
Outro
Come Out Young Go In Old
Baptized In That Mountain Cold
Water Golden With The Spirits Grace
Bahamas Sand Is Not For Us
We Prefer Midwestern Dust
Sorghum Fields That Take Your Breath Away
