| Song | I Guess You Had To Be There |
| Artist | Craig Morgan |
| Album | Little Bit of Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Storm blew a tree down in my backyard | |
| My axe wouldn't cut it and my saw wouldn't start | |
| Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store | |
| To give that little hottie workin' a thrill de' jour | |
| I know that she digs me â€~cause when I walked in | |
| Here she come a runnin' with a 'Can I help you' grin | |
| Like a puppy on a leash she followed me around | |
| I left her droolin' at the mouth when I walked out | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn't have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| I'm pretty sure she meant to drop that can of W.D. | |
| So I could see her bend over in her tight blue jeans | |
| I was eye to eye with Taz and a Tweety tattoo | |
| Forced to play a little game of peek-a-boo | |
| Then she led me down the aisle by the pipe and glue | |
| Asked me if I had any plumbing to do | |
| Hands planted firm on the curve of her hip | |
| Looked to me like she was lookin' for a little lip to lip | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn't have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there, take it boys | |
| She did that little finger thingy through her hair | |
| Practically undressed me with her Playboy stare | |
| I gave her back that look that she was lookin' for | |
| I think that she forgot that we was in that store | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn't have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| Yeah, I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn't have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there |
| Storm blew a tree down in my backyard | |
| My axe wouldn' t cut it and my saw wouldn' t start | |
| Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store | |
| To give that little hottie workin' a thrill de' jour | |
| I know that she digs me cause when I walked in | |
| Here she come a runnin' with a ' Can I help you' grin | |
| Like a puppy on a leash she followed me around | |
| I left her droolin' at the mouth when I walked out | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn' t have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| I' m pretty sure she meant to drop that can of W. D. | |
| So I could see her bend over in her tight blue jeans | |
| I was eye to eye with Taz and a Tweety tattoo | |
| Forced to play a little game of peekaboo | |
| Then she led me down the aisle by the pipe and glue | |
| Asked me if I had any plumbing to do | |
| Hands planted firm on the curve of her hip | |
| Looked to me like she was lookin' for a little lip to lip | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn' t have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there, take it boys | |
| She did that little finger thingy through her hair | |
| Practically undressed me with her Playboy stare | |
| I gave her back that look that she was lookin' for | |
| I think that she forgot that we was in that store | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn' t have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| Yeah, I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn' t have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there |
| Storm blew a tree down in my backyard | |
| My axe wouldn' t cut it and my saw wouldn' t start | |
| Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store | |
| To give that little hottie workin' a thrill de' jour | |
| I know that she digs me cause when I walked in | |
| Here she come a runnin' with a ' Can I help you' grin | |
| Like a puppy on a leash she followed me around | |
| I left her droolin' at the mouth when I walked out | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn' t have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| I' m pretty sure she meant to drop that can of W. D. | |
| So I could see her bend over in her tight blue jeans | |
| I was eye to eye with Taz and a Tweety tattoo | |
| Forced to play a little game of peekaboo | |
| Then she led me down the aisle by the pipe and glue | |
| Asked me if I had any plumbing to do | |
| Hands planted firm on the curve of her hip | |
| Looked to me like she was lookin' for a little lip to lip | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn' t have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there, take it boys | |
| She did that little finger thingy through her hair | |
| Practically undressed me with her Playboy stare | |
| I gave her back that look that she was lookin' for | |
| I think that she forgot that we was in that store | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn' t have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there | |
| Yeah, I guess you had to be there | |
| To believe what I saw | |
| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
| She didn' t have a prayer | |
| But I guess you had to be there |